Blaze was an outcast among her people and the most powerful healer in her tribe. Though she used her impossible abilities only for good, her people were afraid of her. Even her father, who was her tribe's medicine man, feared her. She herself feared some of the things she could do. And her dreams — those dreams of a young child and the two slaughtered birds — were more terrifying than anything.But it was a season of change. Blaze saw answers on the horizon, keys to the secrets she needed to unravel. The winds of destiny were rising, sweeping her toward freedom and others of her kind. There was darkness in her visions but also a man: a tall, buckskin-clad stranger with golden-brown hair and eyes as green as the leaves on the trees. And though he was nothing like her, was a French trapper, his eyes promised understanding, kindness and most important, a love that would be hers and hers alone. Yes, the winds of fate were rising, and they promised a long, hot Summer of the Eagle