Sold by Her Own Family… Until a Mountain Man Claimed Her

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Deadwood, Dakota territory, summer of 1876. The town rire of sweat, gun oil, and cheap whiskey. Dust hung in the air like a curse, choking the throats of miners, gamblers, and drifters who packed the crooked streets. On the rickety steps of a saloon called the brass mule, a deal was about to be struck. Not for land or cattle or gold. This was the s... Read More