Zina Abbott is the pen name used by Robyn Echols for her
historical romances. Robyn currently lives with her husband in California, USA,
near the “Gateway to Yosemite.”
She is a member of Women Writing the West, and
American Night Writers Association. She enjoys any kind of history including
family history.
When she is not piecing together novel plots, she pieces
together quilt blocks.
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Running from hostile Indians attacking Salina, Kansas in 1862,
feisty Kizzie Atwell, Grandma Mary’s oldest grandchild, runs into freighter
Leander Jones traveling the Smoky Hill Trail. He is as interested in her as his
stallion is in her mare. The two join forces to prevent the Fort Riley Army
captain from requisitioning their beloved horses for the cavalry. Avoiding
bushwhackers and fighting off a thieving bullwhacker binds their bargain.
In 1865, at the victory dance held at Fort Riley to celebrate
the end of the Civil War, Kizzie is asked to participate in a fund-raiser to
aid the Sanitary Commission helping injured and sick soldiers. It involves
chaste sweetheart kisses in exchange for tickets purchased by officers and
guests. As a contract freighter for the Army, Leander is invited. Much to
Leander’s chagrin, before his chance to claim his kiss, Kizzie’s uncle steps in
and puts an end to the kissing game.
Is Leander out of luck, or will the bargain Kizzie and Leander
made three years earlier to save their horses lead to a more romantic bargain
sealed with a kiss?
Snippet #3
“But, you’re Indian.
You’re at least part Indian, aren’t you?”
“My mother was Kaw. Some call us Kansa Indians.” The man
smiled again and a teasing tone crept into his voice. “We’re one of the tame
tribes. My name is Charlie Gray Cloud, miss. Mr. Jones and I have known each
other a long time.”
Leander Jones turned to give Charlie a puzzled look. The
Kaw man just stared back, almost as if his eyes were warning Leander about
something. Leander returned the look and spoke slowly. “Charlie is our scout
for the trip, miss. I trust him with my life.”
These two might trust each other, but Kizzie wasn’t sure
she could trust either one of them. “I’m overjoyed you’re reunited and happy to
see each other. Now, please let go of my horse. I need to go.”
Kizzie tried to pull away, but Leander held the reins
tight. “First tell us what you know about the Indians.”
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