Changes—

There was a time in history when the new met with the old. When the east met with the west. Change.

It happened to Maggie.

Behind a covered wagon bound for Oregon, Maggie worried. Worried about her future. Worried about who she was to become. Worried about this strange longing she had towards a certain Indian. 

It happened to Horse Rider.

His curiosity piqued, he watched the wagons cross his land. He smelled the scent of change in the air. He felt the restlessness in his heart—especially when he watched the white woman that stood across the river. Was he crazy like his friends said?