There was a full moon that night and McKenna could not sleep. She was thrilled to have Leesil for a sister-in-law and there was no doubt Hannish would be happy now. Cameron and Flora were very much in love, and there was more good news - Flora was with child. Seeing all of them board the train made her feel a little melancholy, but Hannish and Leesil would be back in a week.
Yet that night, McKenna was alone, her heart was still broken and she desperately wanted to forget the man who had jilted her so cruelly. Memories of their happy times together constantly flashed through her mind, no matter how hard she tried to push them away. All too well, she remembered the day he confessed he would marry another. She could still hear him say, "I love you and only you, McKenna. My marriage does not have to mean the end of us."
He was wrong, and from that moment on, she was determined to get on the first ship she could and sail to America. Hannish needed her, and perhaps, just perhaps, she could somehow forget her own misery. It hadn't worked. Flora reported the man she loved was not happy with his wife or her fortune, and there was some solace in that, but not much.
Twice more she tossed and turned in her bed, but it was no use; sleep would not come. McKenna got up, put on the shimmering blue satin robe that matched her sleeping gown, and walked to the window to look at the full moon. There, in the middle of the backyard, stood the most magnificent black stallion she had ever seen. Captivated by the sight of him standing in a lush meadow of blue-green grass, she quietly slipped out of her bedroom, down the back stairs and out the back door.
Cautiously, she closed the door and took a step toward him. It was obvious he was wild, for his hooves were not trimmed, but a wild horse would not likely stand still for fear it might be captured. This one did and as she drew closer, the stallion looked her in the eye. He was black from tip to toe and large enough to be quite frightening, but his eyes were kind and gentle.
"What a beauty you are," she whispered, reaching out to touch the side of his head. McKenna slowly lifted her hand, rubbed the top of the horse's long nose, and then moved closer and patted the side of his neck. "You have come to comfort me, I see, and never have I needed it more."