- •Chapter 1
- •Chapter 2
- •Chapter 3
- •In spite of himself, Jed laughed along. “He almost blew a gasket. Thank God for your degree in business from that fancy college of yours.”
- •Chapter 4
- •In the kitchen, Mrs. Redmond paced back and forth, biting her lip. Maria sat drinking her coffee.
- •Chapter 5
- •In moments, he was stroking the long neck of the gorgeous horse and kissing her nose.
- •Chapter 6
- •It wasn’t possible for Tess Rawlins to blush deeper; she avoided the raised eyebrow from Claire. “I didn’t? Well, it’s been a long while.”
- •Chapter 7
- •It was then Claire noticed blood on the collar of Tess’s denim shirt. “What happened?”
- •Chapter 8
- •Chapter 9
- •In a moment, Tess pulled back once again, barely breathing as Claire looked up into the crystal blue eyes filled with want.
- •In a very natural move, Claire put her arm around Tess’s waist as they walked back to the house. “And what is that?”
- •Chapter 10
- •Chapter 11
- •Chapter 12
- •Chapter 13
- •Chapter 14
- •Chapter 15
- •Chapter 16
- •It was nearly five o’clock when Chuck and the men rode back, tired and dusty. Claire stood at the sink and noticed Tess was not with them. She knew Tess was out before dawn.
- •Chapter 17
- •In an instant, Claire’s body temperature rose perceptively. She knew she was blushing and tried to hide it in the daisy she held.
- •In the next instant, she was in Tess’s arms, crying into her shoulder as Tess stroked her hair. “How did you know?”
- •It was Tess who now pulled back. “Jack loves you very much and he’s very intelligent.”
- •Chapter 18
- •Chapter 19
- •It was time for the Fourth of July Rodeo in Silverhill. The Rawlinses packed up the station wagon and hauled the trailer, which housed Jack’s black stallion.
- •Chapter 20
- •Chapter 21
- •Chapter 22
- •Chapter 23
- •Chapter 24
- •Chapter 25
- •In all my dreams, I never thought I could find such peace.
- •Chapter 26
- •In the end, Pat Hayward sang like a canary.
- •Chapter 27
- •Epilogue
- •It was then Claire noticed the book Jack was holding. “What is that?” Claire asked, wiping her eyes.
In the end, Pat Hayward sang like a canary.
Ethan sat in Warren Telford’s office lounging in the chair by the window. He listened as Telford puffed anxiously on his cigar. Ethan smirked. He’s actually nervous, Ethan thought happily.
“So, gentlemen, we agree. What goes on at the Double R Ranch is not how we want our community represented. We have a fine Christian community that does not tolerate decadence or perverted marriages. If we stand together, Jed Rawlins and his ‘family’ will have no other choice but to see this and go somewhere else… Like California.” He laughed.
“Warren, I don’t know. The Double R has been here from the beginning. Old Ned started it. My grandfather remembers him—”
“Enough with the Rawlins family!” Telford bellowed. “I’m sick to death of them! You’re either with me on this or you’re against me,” he said as he leaned in. “And believe me, you don’t want to be against me.”
Both men shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Ethan was oddly amazed at the control this old man had over people. Well, not everyone. Speaking of which, he looked out the window to see Pat Hayward looking very ill walking ahead of the marshal. Taking up the rear were Tess and Jed. Ethan shook his head once again and smiled inwardly.
They looked like something straight out of a John Wayne movie. Both wearing chaps, they looked like they were ready for the last roundup, which they were. Ethan shook his head. The Rawlinses…
“You think about his, gentlemen. I’ll be in touch with you.” Both ranchers quickly stood and walked out. Telford puffed on his cigar, looking like the cat that ate the canary. Ethan preened inwardly. Your day is done, Telford, he thought happily.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Drummond,” he said, dismissing him abruptly as he walked out of his office.
Tess saw Warren Telford as he walked through the bank. She saw the confused glance when he looked at the U.S. marshal and Pat. His confused look turned nervous, and inwardly Tess couldn’t be happier. They all met at the glass double doors.
“Good afternoon, Sheriff,” Telford said evenly.
“Mr. Warren Telford?” McComb asked.
“Yes, and you are?” Telford asked as he puffed on his cigar.
“John McComb, U.S marshal. I have a court order here, Mr. Telford. It says the state of Montana thinks you might know something about the death of Stephen Rawlins. Sheriff Hayward, Ed Chambers, and I had a little talk, and it seems Stephen Rawlins’s horse didn’t throw him. If you’ll come with me, sir.”
Telford glanced behind McComb to see Jed and Tess watching him. Tess grinned and wriggled her fingers in a wave. Pat was squirming.
“I will not. I have nothing to say to you or anyone else. The sheriff and the coroner determined that the Rawlins boy was thrown from his horse. Just try to prove I was anywhere near that south pasture. I have dozens of witnesses who will testify as to my whereabouts that night.”
“Sir, you’d best come with me. I’m bound by the state of Montana to bring you in, and since Sheriff Hayward here will be joining you…”
“You idiot! What did you tell them? Whatever it was, he’s lying,” Warren Telford bellowed as he pushed by McComb and headed out the doors.
Jed was quicker than McComb was. He grabbed his old nemesis by the back of the collar and yanked him back. Telford reared around and took a healthy swing, catching Jed in the jaw.
All at once, mayhem broke out in the Silverhill Bank.