βDonβt mean to pry, and if itβs none of my business, just say so. This man whoβd
be looking for you, is he your husband?β Duel shot her a cursory glance while he
wrested both ears from Marley Roseβs steel grip. They were the latest part of
his anatomy to capture the childβs fascination.
Jessieβs chin quivered an instant before she forced her head high. βNo. The ones
who come want justice.β
For the second time since heβd met her he wanted to pull her against him and
hold her safe. His throat clogged with a thick huskiness. βThe only justice
theyβll find if they come is a piece of hot lead.β
His boots crunched on the hard ground when he stood. Jessie seemed oblivious to
him as he strode to retrieve the childβs bottle from the bedroll. The battered
woman was once again lost somewhere inside herself. Lost and so alone.
βIβm taking Marley Rose home to Tranquility.β He tugged the nipple off the
bottle. It released with a plop, and the smell of curdled milk reached his nose.
Marley giggled excitedly, riding piggyback to the creek to rinse out the
container. Jessie had moved to the campfire when he returned. The forlorn look
etched shadows across her bruised face as she stared into the flames.
βYouβre welcome to join us if youβve a mind. Lord knows I need help with this
youngβun.β Something wet ran down his back. He could hazard a pretty good guess
what it was. This baby business was no bed of roses.
Luckily, he managed to fill the bottle after missing the opening only a few
times. Pulling the rubber nipple over the top proved the biggest challenge. It
appeared to have shrunk when he took it off, because he didnβt see any way in
hell of getting it to fit.
βLet me.β Jessie had crept up beside him again. The ghostly way she moved gave
him the willies. Their hands touched when she took the two items, making her
jerk back in alarm. Sheer terror contorted her features into a mask.
βYou all right?β What could a man say to ease the torment of a woman whoβd
suffered what she had? It would take more comforting words than he knew.
She didnβt reply, just ran her tongue cautiously across her bottom lip. Then,
before he could blink, she melded nipple and bottle together, once again proving
herself to be capable and efficient, important things in raising a child.
βMuch obliged.β Duel accepted the fully assembled bottle.
Her light fingertips brushed his bare skin when she lifted Marley Rose from her
perch. He reasoned it was the heat of the sunβs rays that caused the beads of
perspiration dotting his forehead. Had to be. He ducked his head, hoping she
couldnβt read his thoughts. He must have lost every lick of sense he had. The
last thing on earth he needed was a woman. And the way she recoiled from him
clearly expressed her view of men.
Relieved of the babe, he dove into his saddlebags for the extra shirt he
carried. Pulling it on, he could hardly button it fast enough. Covering his
upper body made him feel a whole lot better. Not much he could do about his wet
buckskins, though. The wind would have to dry them.
His growling stomach reminded him of the rabbits heβd killed. That blasted goat
had taken too much time. Better get a move on or the sun would be overhead
before he knew it.
βI could sure use your help, maβam. That is, if you want to come along.β Now
that Duel was fully clothed, he could glance at her directly.
Jessie had found a seat on the large rock heβd propped against during the night.
She cradled Marley in her arms as if she was a precious treasure. The girlβs
noisy sucking on the fresh goat milk blended with the animalβs protesting bleats
nearby.
The womanβs attention appeared to rest solely on Marley Rose. She caressed the
dark curls. βWhat would you want in return?β Given what sheβd gone through, her
suspicion was expected, right down to the stony grit in her tone.
βOnly your kindness with the babe, nothing more.β When she swung her head in his
direction, he matched her intent gaze with honesty. βMake you a deal. I swear on
the McClain family Bible Iβll never lay a hand on you. I offer you safekeeping.
When we get to Tranquility, Iβll see you get any place you want to go.β
βYou promise?β Jessieβs voice broke.
Duel didnβt make deals lightly. βThe word of a McClain has stood the test of
war, famine, flood, and pestilence. I come from a long line of promise-makers.
Heck, my grandfather once parted the Colorado River with his cane because he
gave his word.β
That brought a hint of a smile to Jessieβs lips. βYouβve got yourself a deal,
mister.β
At that, Marley Rose raised her head and grinned as if to say she was relieved
to have someone along with good horse sense.
Duel McClain has lost everything he's ever loved: his wife, his son, his
sense of self. But when a strange twist of fateβand a poker game he'll never
forgetβleaves an innocent little girl in his care, Duel vows to defend his new
family to his very last breath. If only he knew a single thing about taking care
of babies...
Just as Duel swears his life can't get any more complicated, a beautiful
woman stumbles into the light of his campfire, desperate for help. Jessie Foltry
is hungry, tired, and running for her life. She agrees to help Duel care for the
child in exchange for his protection, even as she fights to guard her broken
heart. But Duel will do whatever it takes to make Jessie see that the Texas
plains have more than one kind of knight, and perhaps their salvation is closer
than either of them could have dreamed...
Romance Western | Romance Historical
[Sourcebooks, On Sale: August 1, 2017, Mass Market
Paperback / e-Book (reprint), ISBN: 9781492646501 / eISBN: 9781492646518]
At a young age, Linda Broday discovered a love for
storytelling, history, and anything pertaining to the Old West. Cowboys
fascinate her. Thereβs something about Stetsons, boots, and tall rugged cowboys
that get her fired up. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Linda
has won many awards, including the prestigious National Readersβ Choice Award
and the Texas Gold Award. She resides in the Texas Panhandle and is inspired
every day.
I have a soft spot for cowboys, but any man who can put himself aside for those he loves will fit the bill for me. Duel sounds just perfect. (Annetta Sweetko 8:43pm August 2, 2017)
Military or Cowboy. Marilyn (Marilyn Collins 8:44pm August 2, 2017)
Oh boy... choosing a fav is hard... I love whichever one I am reading at the time! ;) (Colleen Conklin 9:24pm August 2, 2017)
Cowboys with their strength of character, principles and integrity. (Sharon Berger 10:21am August 3, 2017)
My heroes have always been cowboys. I grew up on a cattle ranch in Colorado and I know some cowboys (Joy Isley 4:49pm August 3, 2017)
my favorite is military (Dana Hopkins 5:00pm August 3, 2017)
My favorite are cowboy knights. (Jackie Wisherd 5:16pm August 3, 2017)
Military-SEALs, Cowboys or Ranchers. (Melanie Rosen 9:49pm August 3, 2017)
I love them all! If I had to pick one I think cowboy knight is on top. (Sharon Extine 10:34pm August 3, 2017)