Lucas Bonner was a dead man—at least to the lynch mob
that had left him swinging from a tree. But
a faulty noose had literally saved his
neck, and he fled to the desert, his soul embittered by betrayal. Until he
found Elena, the beautiful white captive whose life he would save, and whose
love he could never have.
O’Toole’s nightmare was nearly over. Soon
she would be reunited with her family
and her betrothed after years as an
Apache slave. And she owed it all to Lucas
Bonner, the moody, silent drifter whose face had begun to fill her dreams.