What horror have I just subjected myself to! I can't believe this awful, dull and insipid book was penned by Shirl Henke. It must have been very early in her career, for she massively improved in her later writing. The historical setting was very interesting, and I learned a few things about the history of Texas (a complex history of struggles in this territory/autonomous state/member state - pity, modern day Texas has ended up being a synonym, for us in Europe in any case, for violent cranks and dickhead weirdos), but the writing was so shoddy and substandard that it defeated its own subject matter. The love story was simply atrocious: an endless climb of bickering tedium and pointless hysterics on the way to nowhere. The two main characters spent most of their time on earth inventing, and then enthusiastically embracing, as many idiotic misunderstandings as they could, going way out of their way to get the wrong idea about anything and everything under the sun and moon. And as if the main (anti)love story was not enough, Henke went and crammed another two side-stories in the book, both springing them on her readers out of the blue and going absolutely nowhere with them (probably intending them as plot-lines for future books, books that, thankfully, never materialised...one must be thankful for such small mercies). And as if all the flaws listed above were not enough, the story was 150 pages longer than it should have been, veering off to all sorts of directions, further weakening an already brittle and inept book.