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childhood. Stephen and Jane were desperate to find a new safe home for their girls, where they could once again return to the trouble-free world of children.
    “Is this Kentucky?” Catherine heard Polly ask loudly.
    Polly, age six, looked much like her father, with dark hair that flowed from a center part, pointing to bright blue eyes. But Polly’s eight-year-old sister Martha was a redheaded green-eyedminiature of her mother. Martha’s braided hair was unable to restrain the small curls twisting across the girl’s freckled forehead and cheeks.
    She’d already grown very fond of both girls on their way here.
    “No silly,” Martha said, “this is a town with Kentucky people.”
    “Momma, Kentucky people are mean and dirty looking,” Polly said.
    “These are frontier people Polly. They have a hard life out here in the wilderness and it shows on some folks more than others,” Jane said.
    “I hope it won’t show on us like that,” Martha declared.
    Catherine grinned, silently agreeing. She wondered how her life would change if she stayed in Kentucky.
    Would she find love in the wilderness?
    Or loneliness?

CHAPTER 3
    O ff to Sam’s right, the waters of the Kentucky River, painted by the afternoon sun, flowed by like molten gold. Bouncing sparkles reflected off the water’s surface and reminded Sam of the way his knife glistened in the sun.
    As they entered Boonesborough and passed through the busy town, he had felt uneasy. But now, as they searched for a good site to set up camp on the other side of the settlement, he watched the peaceful river flow beside him, surprised to feel his heart beating faster, his mouth curling in a half-grin.
    For months on the trail, he could hardly stand the wait. He often wanted to push the clock ahead. Forward to that moment in time when he would step out of the stirrup and put his feet down on Boonesborough’s soil. And now, the time had come.
    He spotted a secluded spot by the river, shaded by immense sycamores, with nearly white trunks, polished by generations of elk, buffalo, and deer rubbing against them on their way to water. The ancient river ran deep, flanked by rocks and limestone cliffs on its rugged southern side and on the north by dense woods thatcovered hills near and far beyond.
    “Let’s camp over there,” he yelled to the others, pointing to the spot.
    Near the river, he threw his leg over the saddle, stepped out of the stirrup, and felt at home for the first time in his adult life.

    Sam took charge with quiet assurance, his back to her.
    Catherine stared at his broad shoulders, wondering if they would ever tire of the secret burden he carried. And if he could open up, would he be as passionate about love as he was about fighting for his freedom and his family?
    She had a feeling he would be an ardent lover, taking passion as seriously as he did everything else. This perplexing, handsome man, unlike any she had ever known, awakened parts of her for the first time. Was one of those parts her heart?
    Sam turned around and she saw that his face radiated a vitality she hadn’t seen before. It was a though he’d suddenly come alive, sure of himself and his rightful place.
    Was reaching Kentucky that important to him?
    Then he looked over at her and there seemed to be a deeper significance to the look he gave her.
    She tried to figure out what it meant, but only grew more confused.
    Besides, it was time to get settled in. She wrenched herself away from this ridiculous preoccupation with the man.

    As they set up camp, Sam situated the two wagons and livestockto allow good visibility of the immediate area.
    Then he helped Catherine unhitch her team of two stout horses. Wearing sturdy gloves to protect her delicate hands, she moved with remarkable speed and skill, and exhibited a strength at odds with her slender body. The widow continued to surprise him. This was not the same woman he first met on the trail. She was adapting to the wilderness, confronting it head