Nightwind
Copyright© 2025 by Heel
Chapter 1: The Untamable
The sun hung low over the red hills of the Arizona Territory, casting long golden fingers across the land. Dust shimmered in the heat, and the faint cry of a hawk echoed through the wide valley.
Miss Calista Brant rode at a steady canter, the hem of her riding skirt brushing against the polished saddle. Her hat was white felt, stitched with gold thread — a lady’s hat, from back East. But there was nothing soft about the woman beneath it. Calista had been raised on fine carpets and silver spoons, yet her heart had always belonged to the open plains and the thunder of hooves.
She had come west for one reason — horses.
Word had spread that a band of Apache traders had captured a wild stallion unlike any other — black as coal, with eyes like fire and the strength of ten beasts. Calista had seen many proud animals, but when she first laid eyes on that stallion tethered beneath a cottonwood, she caught her breath. He was magnificent. Untamed. His mane whipped like smoke in the wind, and when he stamped the ground, even the Indians stepped back.
The chief named him Nightwind, and when Calista offered a small fortune in gold coins, he only smiled. “He is yours, white lady,” he said. “But he bows to no one.”
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