Thank you for inviting me to your blog today, Beth. I love visiting here as much to see the beautiful art as to read your posts. We have a common love of Native Americans. *Delighted to have you, Sandra, and we certainly do.
Here in Florida, as well as Georgia, we have communities of mixed Natives. Originally they were runaways from the Trail of Tears that hid in the swamplands. At the time they were called renegades. I like to think of them as survivors.
The swamps many be beautiful on postcards, but in reality, they can be treacherous. Alligators, snakes, panthers and more dangerous wildlife still lurk there. Natural gas under the surface can explode into wild fires when lightning strikes. It’s a miracle these people survived much less made it their home.
*I totally hear you. My grandson and I watch Swamp People together.
In my new release, The Chief’s Proposal, my hero is the next leader of such a band. His devotion and protection extends to the town of Three Threes, Georgia where he’s the sheriff. When re-election time rolls around, the town wants a family man in the position. Brett was burned by love once and doesn’t want to try it a second time. Still, he can’t turn his back and let a devious defense attorney take the position from him. He decides to kill two birds with one stone. The high school needs a new teacher and he needs a wife.
Ginny Dearing, from Saginaw, Michigan, has her degree in education, but she’s crippled by the economy and unemployment. Her only hope is a position hundreds of miles away. Moving to Georgia would make her dream come true and take her far from her turbulent past, but marrying a stranger is a terrifying necessity.
How can two such different people share one year as husband and wife?
*I love the premise for this story!
“Why do we need a fire?” Ginny asked.
“We need all the elements.” Brett motioned toward the lake, the sky, the ground, and back to the fire as he said, “Water, air, earth and fire.”
“Is this a Native American thing?”
Brett lowered his head and shook it. It was becoming a gesture she recognized as him gathering patience. He did it a lot around her.
“Yeah, in your language this would be called a truth telling.”
“What would your people call it?”
“A truth telling. Now will you pay attention?”
Brett stretched out on the blanket with his head resting on his saddle. “Come down here and make yourself comfortable.”
Ginny copied his pose, and then asked, “What’s next?”
“I’m going to ask you a question and you have to answer it, honestly and completely. After that, I’ll answer a question you have. What is said will stay here when we leave.”
“What’s your question?”
Brett turned his head to look at her. She’d never seen him look so serious.
“Why is it such a bad thing to be married to me? I know I’m no prize, but you look as if you’ve just received a death sentence.”
Ginny thought for a long moment. “I don’t know if it will be bad. I don’t really know you. I just hadn’t imagined myself being married to anyone, ever.”
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