“Please don’t come inside.” That’s what I told the wounded stranger on my porch during the worst blizzard in three years. My daughter was burning with fever, and I was running out of time. Then he said something that made my blood run cold — he knew my name. He knew my late husband. And he had medicine in his saddlebags that could save my little girl’s life. But the man they called The Hawk wasn’t the only danger coming for us. When the storm cleared, the richest man in the territory showed up with a sheriff and a question that would change everything.
“Please don’t come inside.” That’s what I told the wounded stranger on my porch during the worst blizzard in three years. My daughter was burning with fever, and I was running out of time. Then he said something that made my blood run cold — he knew my name. He knew my late husband. And…
