Reluctantly, Kaylee met the Indian's gaze. Something passed between them, something she didn't recognize. Something that made her heart skip a beat. He had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen, deep and black and mysterious. She had the feeling that he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Rising, she crossed the room to the other cot and curled up on the mattress, her back toward him. But she could still feel him watching her. She kept her gun close at hand.
Blue Hawk listened to the girl's breathing, knew the moment when sleep claimed her. She was a mystery to him. He knew just by looking at her that she was afraid of him. Why, then, had she saved his life? He had seen the hatred in the white men's eyes. But the girl was different. He had never met anyone like her, never seen anyone like her, with her long golden hair and sky blue eyes. Never, except in his vision . . .