The Wren [Wings of the West Series Book 1]
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by Kristy McCaffrey
Category: Romance/Historical Fiction CAPA Award Winner, HOLT Medallion Award Finalist, Texas Gold Finalist
Description: Ten years have passed since her ranch was attacked, her folks murdered and Molly Hart was abducted. Now, at nineteen, she's finally returning home to north Texas after spending the remainder of her childhood with a tribe of Kwahadi Comanche. What she finds is a deserted home coated with dust and the passage of time, the chilling discovery of her own gravesite, and the presence of a man she thought never to see again. Matt Ryan is pushed by a restless wind to the broken-down remains of the Hart ranch. Recently recovering from an imprisonment that nearly ended his life, the drive for truth and fairness has all but abandoned him. For ten years he faithfully served the U.S. Army and the Texas Rangers, seeking justice for the brutal murder of a little girl, only to find closure and healing beyond his grasp. Returning to the place where it all began, he's surprised to stumble across a woman with the same blue eyes as the child he can't put out of his mind. Awards: 2003 Capa Awards Romance Studio--Best New Author, Traditional 2004 Holt Medallion Finalist--Best First Book 2004 Texas Gold Finalist--Historical/Regency Category. Best Seller--Whiskey Creek Press's Longest Running Number One Seller
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2003 WHISKEY CREEK PRESS
eBookwise Release Date: February 2005
27 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [319 KB]
Reading time: 214-299 min.
"If you enjoy historical romances you'll definitely enjoy this one! I loved it and would read it again."--Maria DesRosiers, eBook Reviews Weekly
North Texas, May 1877
"Are you lost, miss?"
Startled, the woman turned in her saddle and glared wide-eyed at him. Beneath the brim of her dark hat vibrant blue eyes watched him with wariness and caution.
In this isolated corner of the Texan plains the last thing Matthew Ryan expected to find was a lone woman atop a horse, staring at the three gravesites nestled into the hillside. A vision of a girl from long ago, her blue eyes just as vivid, flashed in his head. A lifetime had passed since that August night when he last saw Molly Hart on this earth. The loss, only a dull ache now, never fully seemed to leave him.
"No, I'm not lost," she answered. Her voice was rich and layered, and slid around him like a warm fire after a cold spell.
"You're a long way from nowhere," he said, shifting in his saddle and adjusting his hat as a gust of wind blasted them. A storm was brewing, teasing the land with its ever-increasing presence. Dark clouds pressed low on the horizon and Matt suspected that soon neither he nor the woman would be riding far. He ought to leave now.
"So are you," she replied.