She Woke Up Pressed Against the Lakota's Bare Chest and He Was Already Awake

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The Missouri River had swallowed her hole, its spring currents swollen with snow melt from mountains she would never see, and Margaret Holloway had felt almost peaceful as the water closed over her head. The stage coach had gone over the edge of the washed out road in a chaos of screaming horses and splintering wood, and she had been thrown clear i... Read More