Savage Courage

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CASSIE EDWARDS,
AUTHOR OF THE
SAVAGE
SERIES

Winner of the
Romantic Times
Lifetime
Achievement Award for Best Indian Series!

“Cassie Edwards writes action-packed, sexy reads! Romance fans will be more than satisfied!”

—Romantic Times

AWAKENED

As he knelt down beside her, the look in his eyes awakening a need she had never known before, she reached her hands out for him.

Boldly, she spoke what was in her heart.

“I need you,” she murmured, her eyes searching his. “I . . . want . . . you.”

She had never wanted a man before.

She had never met a man like him before.

She had never made love before.

Did he want her as much?

He swept his arms around her and drew her against his muscled chest. His powerful kiss was his response to her question.

As they kissed, they hurriedly undressed each other.

His heart throbbing, the heat in his loins intense, Storm spread himself over Shoshana. . . .

THE APACHE

His hair is so black,

Like a raven’s wing,

Can make you forget everything,

Standing there, so proud and tall,

Hoping his people will never fall.

To look into his dark, brown eyes,

You would be almost mesmerized.

His bronze skin, so warm and sweet,

Would make any woman bow at his feet.

He only wants one woman,

For this you can see,

And that one woman is me.

He will be my husband, and I his wife,

So we can be together for the rest of our life.

—Crystal Marie Carpenter

(To Cassie Edwards—Thanks for the inspiration.)

Other books by Cassie Edwards:

TOUCH THE WILD WIND

ROSES AFTER RAIN

WHEN PASSION CALLS

EDEN'S PROMISE

ISLAND RAPTURE

SECRETS OF MY HEART

 

The
Savage
Series:

SAVAGE HOPE

SAVAGE TRUST

SAVAGE HERO

SAVAGE DESTINY

SAVAGE LOVE

SAVAGE MOON

SAVAGE HONOR

SAVAGE THUNDER

SAVAGE DEVOTION

SAVAGE GRACE

SAVAGE FIRES

SAVAGE JOY

SAVAGE WONDER

SAVAGE HEAT

SAVAGE DANCE

SAVAGE TEARS

SAVAGE LONGINGS

SAVAGE DREAM

SAVAGE BLISS

SAVAGE WHISPERS

SAVAGE SHADOWS

SAVAGE SPLENDOR

SAVAGE EDEN

SAVAGE SURRENDER

SAVAGE PASSIONS

SAVAGE SECRETS

SAVAGE PRIDE

SAVAGE SPIRIT

SAVAGE EMBERS

SAVAGE ILLUSION

SAVAGE SUNRISE

SAVAGE MISTS

SAVAGE PROMISE

SAVAGE PERSUASION

 

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

DORCHESTER PUBLISHING

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Copyright © 2005 by Cassie Edwards

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Trade ISBN: 978-1-4285-1799-8

E-book ISBN: 978-1-4285-1800-1

First Dorchester Publishing, Co., Inc. edition: February 2005

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Chapter One

 

You may stretch your hand out toward me,
Ah! You will—I know not when.

—Adelaide Anne Procter

Arizona, 1873

It was a beautiful, serene day at the Chiricahua Apache village. The mid-morning sun was flinging crimson banners across the sky. The Silent Stream band’s children were laughing and playing hide-and-seek in the bushes that stood near the cluster of buffalo-hide tepees.

Mothers were keeping watch on those children as some carried water from the nearby stream, while others scraped hides outside their lodges.

Dogs were frisky this day, romping in the sunshine
after the children, barking, their tails wagging contentedly.

Horses neighed in the nearby corral.

As a golden eagle soared lazily overhead in the blue, cloudless sky, a new sound was added to the normal mid-morning noises—a sound that froze everyone in place, even the children.

Then the village became frantic and filled with a cold panic as warriors ran from the council house, where they had gathered to make plans for a buffalo hunt.

One of the warriors fell to his knees, then pressed an ear to the packed dirt of the ground. Soon he leapt to his feet, his dark eyes filled with worry.

In his Apache tongue he shouted a warning to everyone that horses were approaching. His ear had picked up the sound of their pounding hooves in the vibration of the ground . . . now echoing across the land like the sound of thunder that
everyone
could hear.

A scout rode hurriedly into the village, shouting, “
Pindah-lickoyee
, white eyes!
Pindah-lickoyee
! Many pony soldiers are near! Raise the American flag! Quickly! Wave it back and forth. The pony soldiers will surely retreat! They will see that they are arriving at a peaceful Apache camp!”

A warrior hurriedly raised the flag on a pole in the center of the village, having been told by the United States Government that doing so would always
keep the Silent Stream Village safe from attack by the cavalry.

But never trusting the word of any
pindah-lickoyee
, mothers dropped their water jugs to the ground, ignoring the breaking sounds and the way the precious water ran across the ground, soaking into it like water into a sponge. Their concern was their children.

Their eyes wild, their breath catching in their throats, they ran to where their children had only moments ago been playing. Other mothers grabbed their smaller babes up into their arms and ran toward the safety of their lodges.

Several warriors stood beneath the flying flag, shouting
friend
in the English tongue they had learned from friendly traders. The pony soldiers were now so close, the warriors could see the whites of their eyes, and . . . the shine of the barrels of the firearms they held in their hands.

Seeing the rifles poised now, ready to fire, the warriors knew that no American flag, or shouts of friendship, would help today.

The
pindah-lickoyee
had come to kill!

“They come as enemies today!” a warrior cried as he ran toward his lodge, his breechclout flapping, his long, black hair flying out behind him. “Prepare yourselves! Get your weapons ready to defend our people and . . . our . . . Apache honor!”

All the warriors ran in panic toward their own tepees,
their eyes wildly seeking loved ones who might not yet have made it to the safety of their lodges.

In each warrior’s heart he knew that today was not a good day after all, despite the fact that only moments ago they had all been bragging about the wonder of the many buffalo they had seen grazing on thick, green grass near their village.

The warriors had spoken of how many they would take today.

They had talked of who might get off the first arrow of the hunt, laughingly teasing one of the younger warriors who had not yet had a first kill.

The council house had been a place of merriment only moments ago, with its fire still burning brightly in the center of the floor in its fire pit, the smoke spiraling lazily from the smoke hole even now and into the beautiful, cloudless sky.

Everyone now felt how sharp was the edge of fate that could come on a village so quickly, taking away all hope.
Ho
, yes, too often the white man brought death and destruction to a village of the people instead of talk of peace and honor!

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