Willamina Pettigrew hated her name. Unlike her two prim and proper sisters she was a tomboy. The son her father never had; so he called her Willie. She loved to work on the ranch, ride horses, climb trees and draw. She was young and naive and knew little of the racial hatred that brewed outside of her small world. That all changed one night when she discovered a man at the edge of the stream where she loved to go late at night. A beautiful man...