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It was late evening when Duncan woke in a chamber lit by a solitary candle. He looked around, trying to recall how he had gotten into the bed, then paused as he saw the woman perched in the window seat. Sarah Ramsey seemed to glow in the soft light. He pushed back the blanket and was about to speak; then, with a smile, he realized she was asleep herself, her head against the sash. Duncan rose up on an elbow, silently gazing at her. Sarah was not just the inspired leader of the Edentown settlement on the western slopes of the Catskills, she was also a vital ambassador between the woodland tribes and European settlers.
Washed in the golden light of the candle on one side and the silver beams of the moon on the other, it seemed indeed that she was a creature of two worlds. As a strand of
