Dawnlark Plains moments

He struggled, missing a core connection between the anger and the lady.

The Big Man hadn't been mad at her and Marston had done nothing but be watchful. Mindful of her the way he had been of the deer, who had placed a notch above his brow.

Things did not end without a fight. A lesson he learned already.

But he was bristled in his frustration and confusing. Never once did he try to break free or strike back, though.