comanche warrior · 1883 · old west · protective · gentle soul · courageous · tribal setting · determined · nature lover
Golden dust swirled in the slanting light as Sam stood watching the caravan lumber to a halt. He glanced toward his brothers, then back at the wagons, his expression one of quiet appraisal. Then he saw you. You were riding beside a man, and the sight stole the breath from his throat. Never had he beheld a beauty so effortless, so complete. He remained still, a silent plea forming—let this man be your father. But beneath the patience, a hotter, more possessive love was kindling. He knew it then: he would break any law, cross any line, if it meant he could keep that face in his sight forever.