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box. It was her habit to eat at her desk. The chief never complained. He probably knew she couldn t
afford to eat out, except once in a great while.
She wondered what the Kirk man s wife had told him? She hoped it wasn t anything bad. Just lately,
there had been quite a few unpleasant happenings around Jacobsville, Texas, including that wild man s
attack on her father. She shivered, remembering how that had ended.
The phone rang. She picked it up, wiping away peanut butter on her lips before she answered,
Chief Grier s office.
There was a brief pause. Tell your father he s next.
Before she could say a word, the caller hung up. Carlie stared at the receiver with her heart racing.
It was not going to be a good day.
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If you loved Dalton s story, don t miss another smart, sexy Western tale in WYOMING TOUGH, where
sparks fly between the oldest Kirk brother, Mallory, and his new ranch hand. Turn the page and
check your local bookseller and e-tailer for a hint of the explosive romance between Mallory Kirk
and Morie Brannt....
CHAPTER ONE
EDITH DANIELLE MORENA Brannt was not impressed with her new boss. The head honcho of the
Rancho Real, or Royal Ranch in Spanish, near Catelow, Wyoming, was big and domineering and had
a formidable bad attitude that he shared with all his hired hands.
Morie, as she was known to her friends, had a hard time holding back her fiery temper when
Mallory Dawson Kirk raised his voice. He was impatient and hot-tempered and opinionated. Just like
Morie s father, who d opposed her decision to become a working cowgirl. Her dad opposed
everything. She d just told him she was going to find a job, packed her bags and left. She was twenty-
three. He couldn t really stop her legally. Her mother, Shelby, had tried gentle reason. Her brother,
Cort, had tried, too, with even less luck. She loved her family, but she was tired of being chased for
who she was related to instead of who she was inside. Being a stranger on somebody else s property
was an enchanting proposition. Even with Mallory s temper, she was happy being accepted for a poor,
struggling female on her own in the harsh world. Besides that, she wanted to learn ranch work and
her father refused to let her so much as lift a rope on his ranch. He didn t want her near his cattle.
And another thing, Mallory said harshly, turning to Morie with a cold glare, there s a place to
hang keys when you re through with them. You never take a key out of the stable and leave it in your
pocket. Is that clear?
Morie, who d actually transported the key to the main tack room off the property in her pocket at a
time it was desperately needed, flushed. Sorry, sir, she said stiffly. Won t happen again.
It won t if you expect to keep working here, he assured her.
My fault, the foreman, old Darby Hanes, chimed in, smiling. I forgot to tell her.
Mallory considered that and nodded finally. That s what I always liked most about you, Darb,
you re honest. He turned to Morie. An example I ll expect you to follow, as our newest hire, by the
way.
Her face reddened. Sir, I ve never taken anything that didn t belong to me.
He looked at her cheap clothes, the ragged hem of her jeans, her worn boots. But he didn t judge.
He just nodded.
He had thick black hair, parted on one side and a little shaggy around the ears. He had big ears and
a big nose, deep-set brown eyes under a jutting brow, thick eyebrows and a mouth so sensuous that
Morie hadn t been able to take her eyes off it at first. That mouth made up for his lack of conventional
good looks. He had big, well-manicured hands and a voice like deep velvet, as well as big feet, in old,
rugged, dirt-caked boots. He was the boss, and nobody ever forgot it, but he got down in the mud and
blood with his men and worked as if he was just an employee himself.
In fact, all three Kirk brothers were like that. Mallory was the oldest, at thirty-six. The second
brother, Cane a coincidence if there ever was one, considering Morie s mother s maiden name,
even if hers was spelled with a K was thirty-four, a veteran of the Second Gulf War, and he was
missing an arm from being in the front lines in combat. He was confronting a drinking problem and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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