Taboo Love in the West Part 1: A Heart Off-Limits (Wild West Adventures in Love Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

what many of his contemporaries failed to – that faith comes to a man when he is ready and cannot be forced upon him, that when you take away a man’s lands, and try to strip him of his heritage and birthrights, that there are some things that are just too sacred to him to rip them up and make him abandon those, too.
    “Then in that case I will act as your advocate for the school with the Council of Elders when we next meet Reverend Gillespie. I will do my best to encourage them to accept your generous and beneficial offer of a school. I will not promise that everyone will be as forward thinking as you and I, but I will present the idea with the utmost care to try to give it the best chance of coming into being. Now, I must get back to my own people and my work. Good day to you, Sir. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Gillespie.” He bowed his head respectfully and walked confidently from the chapel.

Chapter Three
    Eliza was partly amused and partly highly impressed by her first encounter with a real Sioux warrior, but she couldn’t help but think that in the way her father was unusual amongst men of her own people, that Amitola was as unusual amongst his own tribe. His tolerance and desire to foster links with the town was admirable and so clearly what the region needed, but she hoped that it wouldn’t cause him any issues going forward. From what she had heard, the Sioux were no less accepting of their new neighbours than her kind were of the warrior tribes. She also hated to admit that she couldn’t help but notice what a fine figure of a man he was, and she found herself blushing even now at some of the thoughts that she had struggled to keep disguised during their brief encounter. He really was such a pleasure to look upon. It was the first time she had ever seen a man with a naked chest, and it had been surprisingly more attractive than she had been led to believe. The interplay of light and shade created by the firm muscles and the ripples that flowed across his pectorals as they flexed and jiggled with each movement he made had been quite deliciously enticing. She had expected from overhearing acquaintances talk about their husbands and their hairy backs and chests, that men’s bodies really weren’t that pleasing to the eye. Yet Amitola was possessed of nut-brown skin as smooth as silk, and all that thick, long and perfectly straight black hair that flowed past his waist would have had many a woman jealous. He was rather beautiful in a savage and unexpected way. All those sinewy muscles and the dark as night eyes that made you feel that you were the only person in the world when he looked at you were intoxicating. She didn’t realise, being an innocent in the ways of men, that she had just experienced her first fluttering of desire, but she certainly looked forward to seeing him again and being able to gaze upon his strong muscles and fine features to her heart’s content, as long as she could remember to disguise her curiosity well enough!
    Her father had been chattering away at her for some time, and she came back to reality with a bump as suddenly the exhaustion she had been holding off for so long finally hit her with a bang. Nobody was made to deal with so much excitement all at once. She collapsed down onto the pew that Amitola had so recently left. It was still slightly warm from where he had sat so quietly and patiently waiting to speak with her father, and there was a slight sheen on the wood from his sweat. She felt a little shiver go through her as she thought about something so intimate as his sweat being on her hands and clothing, but strangely it didn’t feel as distasteful as she would have expected such a thing to be. She certainly would have been disgusted by even the thought of it, let alone the reality of such a thing when she was back in Boston – clearly the west was already changing her. Her father suddenly stopped talking, realising that she wasn’t following him as he had rambled on