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      THOSE EYES

      They burned him and would leave an afterimage branded into his mind. Never had Nathan seen such eyes, the hue of clouds just before a storm. It wasn’t their color so much as the depth of feeling he saw within them that seared him. Haunted, hunted. A feral creature, trapped within the body of a striking woman. That creature called to him, even more than the wilderness outside. A kinship there. Something dark inside of him stirred and awakened as he gazed into her eyes.

      An animal within himself. He’d always felt it, fought it down every day. White men thought Indians were animals. He would prove them wrong, even if it meant brutally tethering a part of himself. But that hidden beast recognized her, saw its like within her. And demanded.

      The Blades of the Rose

      Warrior

      Scoundrel

      Rebel

      Coming Soon

      Stranger

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

      REBEL

      The Blades of the Rose

      Zoë Archer

      ZEBRA BOOKS

      KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

       http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

      All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.

      For Zack:

       giving me strength

       when I need to rebel

      Contents

      Chapter 1: Encounters at the Trading Post

      Chapter 2: Solitude Shattered

      Chapter 3: Transformation

      Chapter 4: The First of Many

      Chapter 5: Astrid Awakened

      Chapter 6: Rapids

      Chapter 7: Crossing the Boundary

      Chapter 8: The Earth Spirits’ Judgment

      Chapter 9: In Pursuit

      Chapter 10: By Firelight

      Chapter 11: The White Lake

      Chapter 12: Alliances and Reunions

      Chapter 13: The Solitary Hunter

      Chapter 14: A Battle of Bones

      Chapter 15: Gaining Perspective

      Chapter 16: Vows

      Chapter 17: Flight, Fight

      Chapter 18: The Assault

      Chapter 19: A Most Unusual Battle

      Chapter 20: The Battle Ends, the War Begins

      Epilogue: Hunting a Story

      Chapter 1

      Encounters at the Trading Post

      The Northwest Territory, 1875

      The two men tumbled over the muddy ground, trading punches and kicks. A sloppy fight, made all the more clumsy by a surfeit of cheap whiskey and punctuated by grunts and curses. Nobody knew what the men were fighting about, least of all the men themselves. It didn’t matter. They just wanted to punch each other.

      They rolled across the soggy earth, gathering a few interested onlookers. Bets of money, beaver pelts, and tobacco were placed. Odds were six to one that Three-Tooth Jim would make pemmican of Gravy Dan.

      No one counted on the lawyer.

      Jim and Dan, throwing elbows and snarling, careened right into the path of Nathan Lesperance, actually rolling across his boots as the attorney crossed the yard surrounding the trading post. Lesperance calmly reached down, picked up Three-Tooth Jim, and, with a composed, disinterested expression, slammed his own fist into the big trapper’s jaw. By the time Jim hit the ground, Lesperance had already performed the same service for Gravy Dan. In seconds, both trappers lay together in the mud, completely unconscious.

      Lesperance sent a quick, flinty look toward the onlookers. The men—hardened mountain dwellers, miners, trappers, and Indians who had seen and survived the worst man and nature could dole out—all scurried away to other buildings surrounding the trading post.

      Sergeant Williamson of the Northwest Mounted Police looked down at the insensate bodies of the trappers. “That wasn’t necessary, Mr. Lesperance,” he said with a shake of his head. Two young Mounties, Corporals Hastings and Mackenzie, hurried forward to drag the trappers away to the makeshift jail. “My men could have seen to the disturbance. Without resorting to fisticuffs.”

      “My way’s faster,” said Lesperance.

      “But you’re an attorney,” Williamson pointed out.

      “I’m not your typical lawyer,” said Lesperance, dry.

      On that, the sergeant had to agree. For one thing, most lawyers resembled prosperous bankers, their soft stomachs gently filling out their waistcoats, hands soft and manicured, a look of self-satisfaction in their fleshy, middle-aged faces. Nathan Lesperance looked hard as granite, hale, barely thirty, and more suited for a tough life in the wilderness than arguing the finer points of law in court or from behind a desk.

      Williamson said, “I’ve never met a Native attorney before.”

      Lesperance’s gaze was black as chipped obsidian, his words just as sharp. “I was taken from my tribe when I was a child and raised in a government school.”

      “And you studied law there? And learned how to throw a mean left hook?”

      “Yes, to both.”

      “You must have a few stories to tell.”

      A brief smile tilted the corner of Lesperance’s mouth, momentarily softening the precise planes of his face. “More than a few. I’ll tell you about the time I took on three miners making trouble in town—the only gold they found came out of their own fillings. But later, over a drink.” His smile faded. “I came here all the way from Victoria, so first let’s get this business taken care of.”

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