A Wyoming vet fights to keep her rescue ranch. A footloose filmmaker offers her an opportunity. Can she trust him with her animals...and her heart?
Award-winning Western author Leslee Breene
"Starlight Rescue will make you smile, sigh, and fall in love--not only with the heroine who has a heart as big as the mountains she calls home, but also with the animals she rescues. Don't miss this keeper!"
~ Deb Stover, Award-winning author of "The Gift"
"Kimberly's stubbornness is matched by Gabe's patience in this story of saving the family ranch from greedy developers. Starlight Rescue is a wonderful story of determination, love and forgiveness."
~ Linda Wommack, editor and writer True West Magazine, Wild West Magazine
"I'm a collector of animals," Kimberly Dorn explained to her would-be renter, Gabe Trent. "Horse. Llamas. My horse came to me by accident. A farmer in the area had neglected her so badly that she almost died." She winced at the memory. "Starlight could have been auctioned off to a glue factory. There was another older mare that I wasn't able to rescue. Her ribs stuck out like a barrel. She had to be put down."
His features held concern. "I don't have much patience with people who mistreat animals."
"I don't either. Mostly it was because of dementia. the old man let me take her off his hands for half a dozen bales of hay and a huckleberry pie."
"Sounds like a fair trade to me." In the afternoon sunlight, Gabe's collar-length hair shone a rich black. The kind of hair a woman would love run her fingers through.
Her heart rate rising, Kimberly abruptly strode out of the yard. "The rental building is down the road," she called over her shoulder. With long strides, he caught up with her and she slowed her pace. "Where are you from, Gabe?"
"Originally Montana. Been traveling around for a few years. I'm a wildlife photographer and filmmaker, and I need sort of a home office. My uncle Ty owns the Reliable Hardware Store in town. He told me he thought you had a room."
"You're Ty Trent's nephew?" She sent him a sidelong glance. "You look kind of familiar. Do you visit much?"
"Not since my college days. Last time I remember, I helped around the store the summer after graduation."
Her memory leaped back to one summer after her senior year. "Hmm, I remember a lanky guy who worked at the store and drove a flashy red pickup."
"Yeah, that was my graduation gift from my dad."
One thing was for sure, Kimberly observed, Gabe wasn't a lanky kid anymore. He'd muscled up in all the right places.