Taming The Outlaw's Heart

la Montgomery tightened her grip on the reins as her mare, Dusty, snorted and shifted beneath her. The sun

nherited the Montgomery Ranch at twenty-two, with half the cattle

omething ahead. Not a coyote

he figure was slumped against a mesquite tree, one leg outstretched, hat tilted low. Blood sta

t, voice firm. "You

his head, revealing sharp cheekbones, stubbl

awl-lazy, laced wi

temper," she replied. "You wan

t the corner of his mouth.

, his boots too worn, his eyes too...hard. She'd heard stories about bandits robbing traveler

leeding,"

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ring her rifle but not let

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the grime and blood, there was something unnervingly calm about h

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n? Interest? "Didn't know wom

man in their family

logize. Just nodded like he u

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ou car

bed or a gra

weak but real. "Bed

need. Moonlight poured through the lace curtains, casting silver patterns on the floorboards. She sat on t

he way he scanned the room like it was foreign ground t

ther's old Colt. She checked the chamber, then slid it under

were open, trained on the shadows dancing along the wooden beams ov

one that always came a

m he couldn't stop. A name

ory down, down, down, until it was

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om ups

out

an of a porch board under a cautious step. He strained to hear it aga

for the knife hi

nything yet. But Dusty let ou

ng wasn

a

ate. Like someone brushing f

his teeth against the pain, and crossed to the

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d by th

no r

m leaked under the door. He wasn't sure what he'd dragged her i

h of silver

the barn, a rifle slu

jaw tig

, they weren't he