The Promise
Historic Fictional Hot Native American Romantic Love Story. Western Romantic Series *
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The Promise
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Jessie Rose Case
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About this listen
Not for the faint-hearted, filled with some very tantalizing hot sex and a strong dominant male. A sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love. Temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment to raise your own passions and bring them alive.
If you’re looking for something to tempt your days and nights, you just found it. Enjoy!
Written mainly in British English, with Americanisms and slang from both languages.
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She smiled remembering how excited she’d been watching them through the window. How surprising they’d looked to her. Wearing a baggy top that had threads and beads on it, loose trousers that had more. Their long hair braided in places.
“The noise, you have an iron horse here?”
Her father shook his head. “No. We build no tracks. It’s an engine alone to build the houses. Would you like to see it?”
It was surprising now that she remembered it so clearly that not one in the family had pulled weapons or met them armed.
Had that been stupid or genius?..... she didn’t know….
But they’d been no aggression, no animosity and the young man simply lifted his leg over the neck of the horse and jumped down in one fluid movement. His two men staying put. Her father walked him to the barn, showing his machine. The male looked around coming out again. Running his hand over the stockpiled wood.
“All deadwood?”
“All dead."
“You know this is our land?”
Her father nodded gravely. “We bought it legally from the American government, but I do and wish to respect that. I’m not looking to own, just share. Your American is good.”
“My father held a French priest captive for years. His job was to teach me about the Americans.”
“You learned well.”
“And you will be a target here. Other Americans will want what you have.” Staring at her for a while. Then back to her father. “So will other Nation. Do you understand?”
Her father gave a nod. “We wish no trouble. Only to live in peace. We are happy to pay tribute and share.”
“If it’s all taken, you won’t have anything to tribute with.”
“Is that likely?”
“It is. I will take the child and place her under my protection.”
And for the first time in her life, she recalled seeing fear in her father’s face. She stepped up to the male. “No. You either offer it to all of us or not at all.” She’d demanded, angry that he would suggest such a thing.
Crouching down level with her. The older teen gazed at her. “I’m trying to save you little one.”
“And I thank you. That is very kind, but I cannot be without my family.”
“You understand being here is dangerous. There are bad men who are ruthless out here. Could harm you, try to take you away.”
“I will not fear.” She’d told him defiantly.
He smiled openly at her. “And why is that?”
“I have you now and you will give me your promise.”
She chuckled remembering it. She’d been so confident, so sure, as he just gazed at her with those intense eyes. She didn’t know what he’d been looking for. At last, giving a nod, he stood, then looked at her father again.
“There will be a price. Do you understand American? If I stand for you, there needs to be a reason.” Her father gave his nod. “Then I give my promise. I’ll do what I can. But other men will come. If they come from the Nation, tell them you have peace and an agreement with White Crow.”
“Thank you.” Her father told him.
“You will need to protect her and the women here. There are raiding parties. Steeling women is seen as a prize. We no longer do it, but others do. I will protect what’s mine, but you are here.”
“I understand.”
His gaze lingered on her once more, words unsaid in the air, then they were gone….
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