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Shaking his head, Seth stared at the beaoodRose his name—across Indian Territory Five days of her attitude

What did she want? They hadn’t seen each other for five years Their so-called e had been a sham from the start His ire hadn’t lessened in the years since she’d crawled into his bed and lied about what had happened the nextit

The conniving little wench He’d been so exhausted a herd of buffalo could have staht Since then, though, he slept with one eye open

Lesson learned

Throwing back the covers, Seth swung his legs over the edge of the bed What could she possibly hope to gain by coned the divorce papers and put an end to this misery? He’d sent her five sets One a year Every time an army lawyer visited the post, he filed another petition, and not once had she sent thened

He pushed off the bed and crossed the roo theallows

Marriage was the last thing he’d ever wanted, and he wanted this one dissolved Had since the day it had happened

She should, too Her father, General St Clair—a o, so she had no reason to continue the pretense

Dressed, Seth s She wasn’t going to like the living quarters, that was for sure Besides the sih-hewn three-room cabin with a loft, there was the desolation of the fort, the weather, the landscape None of it was going to be to Roseeneral’s posh Richmond home her entire life

“Morning, Major,” Corporal Russ Keh the open doorway

“Morning” Seth took a cup and went to lean against the doorja sun erased the darkness of the cabin His office had a , but neither this roo room and parlor all rolled into one—nor the bedroom behind it did