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Warning. Besides hand-tooled boots, content contains: a big-hearted,
hasty-tempered cowboy, a homeless young woman, an orphaned little girl and a
wild white stallion.
Blurb. Coop
Malloy receives a telegram that his sister and brother-in-law have died and
Kallie, his ten-year-old niece, is on her way to Texas to live with him.
Still reeling from the loss
of his sister, he receives another shock when his childhood friend Randa
Lockhart steps off the stage with Kallie. He’s stunned to see that the little
pigtailed nuisance that tagged after him and his best friend years ago has turned
into a beautiful young woman.
Randa and Kallie have barely
settled in when Coop finds buffalo hunter Marvin Doolin beating the local
blacksmith within an inch of his life for laming his horse. Coop steps in and
when the buffalo hunter tries to kill him, shoots him. Now Doolin’s four
brothers are out to even the score.
When they go after Randa,
they cross the line. They’re about to find out that’s there’s nothing Coop
won’t do, and no one he won’t track down to protect the two females that have
burrowed hard and fast into his heart.
Short Excerpt.
A May sun beat hot on Cooper Malloy’s
shoulders. He hooked a dusty boot heel on the wooden sidewalk and pulled a
creased telegram out of his pocket. The paper, torn in spots from handling,
crackled as he unfolded it and read it again. Your sister, Patsy Mae, and her husband have passed. Stop. Your niece,
Kalinda Raine, arriving on stage, May 16, 1880. Stop. Sincerely, Montgomery
Smith, Attorney-at-Law.
His breath whistled past the lump in his
throat. A hot kernel of grief had lodged in his heart when he’d received the
telegram a week ago and showed no signs of leaving. What the hell had happened?
Even though they’d been married eleven years both Patsy and George were young,
Patsy twenty-eight, George—his childhood best friend—thirty. They’d grown up
together in St. Louie. He and George had raised all kinds of hell till he’d got
an itch to go west and George fell in love with Patsy.
Thundering hooves and a cloud of dust
tore him from his painful reverie. He straightened as the stage pulled into the
small town of Mobeetie, Texas.
“Whoa, there,” the black-bearded, wiry
driver called out, bringing his team to a stomping, snorting halt. The door
swung back against the side of the coach with a thump. A thin, little man hopped
out and offered his hand to a lovely young woman with honey-colored hair and
doe-brown eyes, her skirt rustling as she descended. Cooper’s gaze coasted past her looking
eagerly for his ten-year-old niece.
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