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Tawny McShane — June Wetherell
Tawny McShane
Daughter of an itinerant medicine man, she was only fifteen when she realized that, if the price was right, her father would offer her bogus “faith-healing” services to the women-hungry men drifting in the wake of the Civil War…
Tawny McShane
She was too young, too innocent, too unworldly to cope with Lance Oliver, spoiled son of wealth, who was willing to pay for her services -- and who simply took what her couldn't buy…
Tawny McShane
She ran away from her father to find a better life, and found instead that she was really running from herself -- and from the sleeping passions that Lance Oliver had awakened in her…
Tawny McShane
There were other men in her life; there was violence, and disgrace, and betrayal -- but always there was Lance Oliver, who could not get her out of his blood any more than she could forget him. And always their paths crossed, as if some master chessman was moving them about, as if their lives were a game in which uncontrollable passion and burning desire made the rules, but undying love was the ultimate prize.
Daughter of an itinerant medicine man, she was only fifteen when she realized that, if the price was right, her father would offer her bogus “faith-healing” services to the women-hungry men drifting in the wake of the Civil War…
Tawny McShane
She was too young, too innocent, too unworldly to cope with Lance Oliver, spoiled son of wealth, who was willing to pay for her services -- and who simply took what her couldn't buy…
Tawny McShane
She ran away from her father to find a better life, and found instead that she was really running from herself -- and from the sleeping passions that Lance Oliver had awakened in her…
Tawny McShane
There were other men in her life; there was violence, and disgrace, and betrayal -- but always there was Lance Oliver, who could not get her out of his blood any more than she could forget him. And always their paths crossed, as if some master chessman was moving them about, as if their lives were a game in which uncontrollable passion and burning desire made the rules, but undying love was the ultimate prize.
