Sarah knew exactly what she wanted. Tom West wouldhelp rescue her daughter, their daughter, from the handsof the Sioux, or die trying. It was, she swore, the least hecould do to atone for fourteen years of deceit Tom West blamed himself. He'd had to let Sarah believehim dead--even though she'd been his only love. But thisreunion was born of danger, not desire, as this firebrand ofa woman was quick to remind him.Could they bridge the chasm of mistrust yawning betweenthem to save their child-- and their love?