When Shane Durban buys a mirror supposedly made by Rebecca Nurse, one of Salem's witches, he's in for the ride of his life. One full moon night, Shane touches the mirror and finds himself suddenly thrust into another time and place. He ends up in the old west, in the middle of the desert, trying to survive both the heat and a group of outlaws out for some fun.
That's when he meets Navezgane, an Apache warrior who is seeking revenge for the slaughtering of his tribe by the white man. And who better to help him find the last man responsible for the death of his loved ones, than someone who can take him into a white town, who can fit in where Navezgane never could?
Shane stiffened suddenly, a prickle of awareness sliding along his spine as he sensed that they were no longer alone. There was someone lurking in the shadows. Before Shane could so much as breathe, two arrows shot out of nowhere, both finding their targets--two of the men by the fire--and striking them dead where they sat.
The other two rose with cries of alarm, rapidly drawing their guns, eyes narrowing as they glanced around, trying to spot the unknown enemy. A knife cut through the darkness, plunging through the leader's heart before he could react, his body collapsing to the ground.
The remaining man didn't wait around for his turn to die; he disappeared into the night at an impossibly fast run, leaving everything behind, including his horse.
Shane waited with bated breath for whoever it was to appear. He swallowed thickly as a man walked into the firelight, a man who moved with the glide of a stalking cat. Even if the buckskin trousers, loin cloth, moccasins, and headband that held back the thick hair weren't a dead giveaway as to his unexpected rescuer's identity, the bow at his back and the tomahawk in his hand sealed it firmly in Shane's head; the man was a Native American.
Shane remained perfectly still, watching as the warrior grew closer. He was startled to see how handsome the other man was, with long, dark hair falling below his shoulder blades, aquiline nose, and broad cheekbones. His tanned complexion made the dark eyes stand out as he looked coldly down at Shane, almost cruelly.
Wondering if he should speak or move, Shane decided not to do anything unless forced to. After all, this man had saved him from those criminals, and didn't seem particularly inclined to hurt him. Plus, there wasn't much that Shane could do while tied up.