| Author: | Jo Grafford | ISBN: | 9781944794040 |
| Publisher: | JG Press | Publication: | August 28, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jo Grafford |
| ISBN: | 9781944794040 |
| Publisher: | JG Press |
| Publication: | August 28, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Jane Mannering, a skilled huntress and tracker, plots the escape of her enslaved fellow colonists, never dreaming her quick trigger finger and gallant efforts will spark the heated interest of the most feared tribal leader in Virginia. Unfortunately for him, a romantic tryst is not part of her escape plan.
PROLOGUE: July 26, 1587 — Roanoke Island
If it had not been for the barking of the dogs and chattering of the lads who scampered at my side, I might have heard the shot — the low vibration of the string as the thin, wooden shaft released, the faint whistle of the arrow as it sliced an invisible yet deadly path through the air, the scattering of wildlife as the forest itself braced before the world's most fearsome predator. Instead, I merely felt the gentle lifting of my late father's top hat as the arrowhead sank into the aged leather and pinned it to the heart of the oak behind me.
The men assigned to guard me fired their muskets wildly into the perimeter of trees. My ears rang with their gunfire and frenzied oaths. Then the slow burn of anger took over.
I pivoted to yank the arrow, top hat and all, from the trunk. Separating the two, I jammed the damaged hat back on my head and tapped the lone arrow against my gloved hand. The miss was deliberate, meant as a taunt. Had the shadowy creature intended to kill me, I would be dead.
I glared over my shoulder as the gunfire ceased. He remained out there, I was certain. Watching. This was a simply a reminder that he was the hunter. I was the hunted.
For centuries, we would be called THE LOST COLONISTS OF ROANOKE ISLAND.
Jane Mannering, a skilled huntress and tracker, plots the escape of her enslaved fellow colonists, never dreaming her quick trigger finger and gallant efforts will spark the heated interest of the most feared tribal leader in Virginia. Unfortunately for him, a romantic tryst is not part of her escape plan.
PROLOGUE: July 26, 1587 — Roanoke Island
If it had not been for the barking of the dogs and chattering of the lads who scampered at my side, I might have heard the shot — the low vibration of the string as the thin, wooden shaft released, the faint whistle of the arrow as it sliced an invisible yet deadly path through the air, the scattering of wildlife as the forest itself braced before the world's most fearsome predator. Instead, I merely felt the gentle lifting of my late father's top hat as the arrowhead sank into the aged leather and pinned it to the heart of the oak behind me.
The men assigned to guard me fired their muskets wildly into the perimeter of trees. My ears rang with their gunfire and frenzied oaths. Then the slow burn of anger took over.
I pivoted to yank the arrow, top hat and all, from the trunk. Separating the two, I jammed the damaged hat back on my head and tapped the lone arrow against my gloved hand. The miss was deliberate, meant as a taunt. Had the shadowy creature intended to kill me, I would be dead.
I glared over my shoulder as the gunfire ceased. He remained out there, I was certain. Watching. This was a simply a reminder that he was the hunter. I was the hunted.
For centuries, we would be called THE LOST COLONISTS OF ROANOKE ISLAND.
