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