Star Dreamer had spent much of her life in darkness. In those moments, she'd seen powerful things, yet many times had cursed her fate. Why had the Great Spirit given her the Sight, an ability to see things that couldn't be changed? She had no answer, and the knowledge only brought her pain.
Then one night she was filled with visions of a different sort: pale hands caressing her flesh, soft lips touching her soul. She saw the flash of a uniform, and the handsome soldier who wore it. The man made her ache in a way that she had forgotten, in a way that she had repressed. And when Colonel Grady O'Brien at last rode into her camp, she learned that the virile officer was everthing she'd dreamed and more.
Then one night she was filled with visions of a different sort: pale hands caressing her flesh, soft lips touching her soul. She saw the flash of a uniform, and the handsome soldier who wore it. The man made her ache in a way that she had forgotten, in a way that she had repressed. And when Colonel Grady O'Brien at last rode into her camp, she learned that the virile officer was everthing she'd dreamed and more.
