Miranda Howell grieved for the
Navajo and yearned to educate their children for the future they’d face, not the
past they mourned. But her every effort was thwarted by a proud warrior who
desired only to keep his people strong—and to help Miranda free the passion in
Ahkeah knew his duty to his
People, his daughter, his wife’s memory. Yet he was unsure of how to treat an
enemy who wore skirts and smelled of lilacs.
Miranda Howell had come to the
desert full of curiosity and compassion . . . and a tenderness that was slowly
turning the wall that that surrounded his heart to dust.