Matthew braved the war and the trail to be with her, and has finally uncovered Rebekah's secret and won her heart. Now, Anthony Friedmont, Caroline's husband, has returned and taken his wife, and Rebekah has gone out to find her. Putting them both in danger.
Matthew and his cousin Clay track the women to a camp and find several dead men but no women, and no Anthony among the dead. Following the tracks and the clues, Matthew learns that Rebekah and Caroline are now captives of Chief Gray Eagle of the Sioux and Anthony is back at Fort Laramie. For he and Rebekah to have a future, Matthew will have to win the women's freedom from the Chief, but first he has to face Anthony, and hopefully, lay Rebekah's past to rest.
Standing Water smiled as he sat back down outside the tepee where he could hear and understand everything they said.
So Golden Hair's name was Rebekah. Courageous woman. Beautiful woman. Stubborn woman. She reminded him of the wife he once had. The wife he'd lost. The wife whose death he still wanted to avenge.
She was as dark as Rebekah was light. She too was a white woman, but that didn't stop her own people from violently taking her life and that of his baby son. He'd found her when he'd gone to live in his father's world. He'd learned much in the white world; so much he actually believed he could live there forever. But the untimely death of his wife and son taught him just how bigoted people could be.
In hatred, he had since turned his back on all he'd learned, but the lessons never left completely. They continued to haunt him. Mystic beliefs and old traditions warred with the new belief in the white man's God. He held them at bay, but now, because of Rebekah the tempest was unleashed and rising.
If he were the warrior of his people, he would not wait. He would take her. Make her his woman. It would make no difference whether she was Cavanaugh's or not. But the missionary's words of God rang in his ears. He had accepted this God, known this God, turned his back on this God in anger.
Now, just when he thought he could make something of his life again, that same God had returned to wage war for his soul. How could he live among his people again if he wasn't the warrior he should be? It drove him to distraction. The Golden Warrior did the same. He held his head in his hands and listened.