Hannah's Homecoming

© October 18, 2011

Author's Note

Welcome readers, to Hannah's Homecoming, the first story in my Circle C series. Or, what I hope to become a series of stories/books about the Cooke family—and others. This story takes place in 1875, in the American West—in a fictitious town that I've named Little Creek. This first story is about Hannah Cooke—the third child (grown) born to Jon and Mary Cooke. I've already started a few other stories in the series—one about Magen Cooke (Hannah's sister), whom you will meet in Hannah's story...and another about Gray Eagle (Black Hawk's brother)—but I hope to write one about all the siblings and maybe a few more!

This "book," at 41 chapters, is COMPLETED...but will be posted slowly (if it appears there is interest). Happy reading!


Raised on the Circle C, a prominent ranch in the Colorado Territory, Hannah Cooke was just fifteen when she ran away to be with the man she loved and his people—the Cheyenne. Once there, she became Bright Eyes to them, married the man she'd run away to, and gave birth to two fine children, first a son and then a daughter. Thinking she'd found that once in a lifetime love, she'd hardly thought about the family she'd left behind—until her Cheyenne husband was murdered by Pawnee warriors while he was out hunting.

Her world turned upside down, she has a difficult choice to make—stay with the People and marry someone she doesn't love, or go home. There is no real choice; she decides to return to her own people so that she can make amends. The question is, is it possible? Hannah knows her father isn't going to be easy to convince. He hated the Indians before she ran away and she's sure he hates them more now. But something is pulling her. She doesn't know if she just needs to distance herself from a place that now only reminds her of her dead husband and the love she lost, or if it's more, but when she arrives home, she's surprised to find out that sometimes love comes more than just once in a lifetime.

Black Hawk Walker saw her that first day she arrived in Little Creek, battered and bruised from an attack on the plains, and he had no intention of doing anything more than helping out the town's sheriff when he was called upon. At first, he resented being asked to help. After all, Hannah's homecoming meant nothing to him. But then something happened. The way Hannah Cooke looked at him, as if he was the same as everyone else, made the half-breed man warm to her. Much like himself, she was difficult to deal with and much too proud to accept anyone's help—even when she desperately needed it. But her startling beauty held him captive as he reluctantly rushed to do the job thrust upon him. And once he figured out that she felt for him, the same that he felt for her, he was bound and determined to make her his.