When Sarah Collins sets her sights on California for a new beginning, she never dreams a war party will attack the wagon train she travels on. She and her friend Molly are the sole survivors, but when Molly succumbs to her injuries, Sarah is left alone to find her way back to civilization. Stampeding buffalo, the black prairie nights and eerie noise---just when she believes she's facing the worst time of her life, a rattlesnake bite threatens to accomplish where the Indians failed.?  Is it her time to die or does Sarah have a purpose that is yet to be accomplished?

REVIEW

Sarah's Journey is an incredible adventure into the life and loss of those that lived during rough times. The hatred, prejudice and hardships many faced were an everyday occurrence. I liked Maggie and was glad there were a few people as kind as she. The rift between Wolf, the white men, and Sarah, is very well written. A great plot, rich characters and a stunning tale hard to let go, Ginger Simpson has a way of allowing the reader to share in the great adventure in this recommended read that really pulls at the heartstrings. Be prepared for an awesome read.

Reviewed by: Cherokee
Coffee Time Romance

EXCERPT

Wolf held her arm for a moment before letting go. He wanted her to touch his face--to caress his cheek, but why stir hope when there was none. They came from two different worlds, and the beating he'd taken was a reminder he dared not invite her into his. His ribs ached from riding all day after repeated punishing jabs at the hands of his captors. His face hadn't taken the worst of it, but Sarah didn't need to know that. She'd only fret, and like he said, he'd heal.

Those lonely nights spent lying in a mixture of dirt and hay, penned inside reinforced walls like a mad animal made him question whether he'd ever see her again. It was Sarah's face that came to him in restless sleep, and her voice encouraging him to be strong. Until the day he found her alongside the road, he'd questioned his existence. But helping her survive gave his life meaning for the first time and allowed him to dream, if only for a little while.

Over the past few days, the agony of riding with injuries had lessened with each mile closer to St. Mary's. His biggest fear had been that somehow Sarah had found a way to leave without him. His spirit soared the moment he laid eyes on her, then sagged again, knowing she'd never truly be his. At least he'd see her to Independence as he'd promised and introduce her to his friend. He planned to enjoy what moments he and Sarah had left together.

"Where'd you get the other horse?" Her voice swept into his thoughts.

He chuckled at the absurdity of how he'd become its new owner. "The army figured they owed me something after..." He nearly mentioned his beatings. "Blacking my eye. They wanted to give me money, but I asked for the animal instead. His name is Star, and he's all yours."

Sarah clapped her hands. "Wonderful! We won't have to ride double anymore." A worried furrow appeared in her lovely brow. "You're still taking me to Independence, aren't you?"

Her beauty knotted his heart like a fist. He'd take her to where the land ended and the giant waters began if she wished, but he just smiled through his pain and nodded.

She tugged on his arm. "Let's get you fed..."