Excerpt from Chapter One:
May 1765, The Allegheny Mountains of Western Virginia
He threw back his head and laughed.
Disconcerting. Most people simply stared at her or shook their heads when she acted peculiar, not this undisguised mirth. “I can’t imagine why you’re taking on like this.”
“No?” He succumbed to another paroxysm of laughter. “I must admit you’re good.”
A lift of her chin. “At what, pray tell?”
Stiffening her reply, Kira said, “I haven’t the faintest notion what you mean.”
He wiped his eyes on the wide sleeve of his loosely belted shirt. “Haven’t you, now?”
Her eyes strayed to his browned chest where the earth-colored cloth gapped open at his neck. “Not at all.”
“If you truly wish me to think you tetched, dim the brightness in your gaze. Try for a more vacant expression.”
“I can manage quite well without direction from you. “ She hesitated. “I mean–”
“I know what you mean. I see you’re quite the actress.”
Shifting her gaze from the intensity in his expression to the swaying branches, she asked, “How so?”
“I could always see right through you.”
An odd flop in her stomach and she slid her gaze back to his penetrating eyes. “Always? “
“Don’t you know me, Cricket?”
“Good heavens,” she breathed out, and leaned weakly against the tree. She could have toppled to the forest floor. Only two people had ever called her by that name and this definitely wasn’t her brother. The teasing youth she’d adored had returned a man in warrior’s clothing, hardened now, tested by wind and fire. “Logan?”
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