Miranda Howell grieved for the Navajo and yearned to educate their children for the future they’d face, not the past they mourned.  But her every effort was thwarted by a proud warrior who desired only to keep his people strong—and to help Miranda free the passion in her soul.

 Ahkeah knew his duty to his People, his daughter, his wife’s memory.  Yet he was unsure of how to treat an enemy who wore skirts and smelled of lilacs.

Miranda Howell had come to the desert full of curiosity and compassion . . . and a tenderness that was slowly turning the wall that that surrounded his heart to dust.

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