Sarah knew exactly what she wanted. Tom West would help rescue her daughter, their daughter, from the hands of the Sioux, or die trying. It was, she swore, the least he could do to atone for fourteen years of deceit Tom West blamed himself. He'd had to let Sarah believe him dead-- even though she'd been his only love. But this reunion was born of danger, not desire, as this firebrand of a woman was quick to remind him. Could they bridge the chasm of mistrust yawning between them to save their child-- and their love?