Kindle Edition
Velda Brotherton
Amazon
Category:
Arts/Entertainment
Pages: 193
Copyright: Sept 27, 2011
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
#3 Charlie fights to save her ranch from the greedy land barons, and gunslinger Mitch Fallon changes sides to help her when they fall in love.
A gun slung low on his hip, Mitch Fallon returns to Montana after the murder of his beloved Celia by white men who hated her Sioux heritage. He'll work for anyone who'll pay him, and he's come to help greedy land baron Colonel Dunkirk drive out all the small ranchers and grab the land for his own.
Dunkirk doesn't care who gets hurt and Mitch doesn't either, till he runs up against Charlie Houston, the beautiful owner of the Double H ranch. She will fight to keep her land, even if it means going up against the brutal men hired by the colonel.
The Sioux and Cheyenne gather at the Little Bighorn near Charlie's ranch. They lie in wait for George Armstrong Custer and they're not happy with any white folks who might ride across their path.
Excerpt
Gunslinger Mitch Fallon watches the beautiful ranch owner Charlie Houston dance by the lamplight in her cabin. During roundup he listens to her singing to calm the milling cattle in the dark of night. The words bring tears to the tough man's eyes.
"And high on the hill where the wild wind blows, she sits her strawberry roan. And cries to the wolf in the moon's white glow, her heart turned hard as stone."
Their coming together is inevitable, and one night Charlie is filled with a desire she doesn't understand, and awakens to flee the passion that burns within her.
Nightmares, longings, and loneliness send her flying across the plains straight to Mitch's waiting arms. This man's touch brings forth a deep desire within her, a desire almost forgotten. No matter what her good sense tells her, she can't resist him. Instead she turns slightly and lets him hold her close. The hammering of his heart challenges the thrumming of her own.
Naked beneath the thin fabric of her gown, the roughness of his jeans, the cut of his belt, every button of his shirt presses against her warm flesh.
He tucks a finger under her chin and raises her face, his mouth so close it's a blur. His warm breath whispers over her cheeks and lips as his hands span the curves of her body. Out here on the prairie in the serenity of the night his desire for her explodes.
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