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1890s Texas. Marietta Hawkins has been in love with ranch foreman Daniel Barrett since she came home from school three years ago. Unfortunately, her father's rule about hands not fraternizing with his daughter has kept him out of reach. She believed patience would prove a virtue in winning him over--until now. He is leaving. Starting up his own spread. To have any hope of maneuvering him into a proposal, she has to act fast or lose him forever. Fans of A Worthy Pursuit will enjoy seeing these characters again!

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	03 mai 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441229120
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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© 2016 by Karen Witemeyer
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
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ISBN 978-1-4412-2912-0
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the authors’ imaginations and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Karen Witemeyer is represented by Books & Such Literary Agency
Cover Design by Dan Thornberg, Design Source Creative Services
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Excerpt from No Other Will Do .
About the Author
Books by Karen Witemeyer
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Chapter One
Dead-Eye Dan climbed the tall oak with the skill of a cougar. Jaw tight, he scaled the tree hand-over-hand, his gaze locked on the V-shaped branch above his head. He had one chance to slow his prey. One chance to gain the upper hand. He wouldn’t squander it.
When he reached the branch he sought, Dan positioned himself in the cradle, bracing his legs against the sturdy trunk. In a single, smooth motion, he slid his Remington long-range rifle from the custom holster on his back and lifted the Vernier peep sight into position with a flick of his thumb. The walnut stock fit against his shoulder as if it were an extension of his body.
Dan leaned forward and rested the barrel against the branch in front of him, notching it against a broken twig’s stub to keep it steady. He located his target. Four horses, 750 yards ahead. Four thieves and a woman. His woman. Taken when the desperados left the bank. They thought to use her as a shield to keep him at bay. A fatal error. The moment they’d touched Mary Ellen Watkins, they’d signed their death warrants.
—from Dead-Eye Dan and the Outlaws of Devil’s Canyon
F REESTONE C OUNTY , T EXAS S PRING 1892
Absorbed in the book she held, Marietta Hawkins nibbled on her lower lip and burrowed more deeply into the hay piled near the loft window. She should slowly savor the story, she knew, seeing as how the cover advertised it as the final adventure of Dead-Eye Dan. But her eyes devoured the tale anyway. Like a glutton, she turned page after furious page, desperate for more of the rifleman’s exploits, even as she wished it would never end. For the truth was, she was in love with Dead-Eye Dan.
Oh, not the romanticized version living on the pages of her newest dime novel. No, she was in love with the flesh-and-blood man who’d inspired the tales—one Daniel Barrett, former bounty hunter extraordinaire and current foreman at Hawk’s Haven, her father’s ranch.
A low hum of male voices drifted up to Marietta, but she ignored the sound, too wrapped up in her novel to care what her father’s hands were discussing. This was the first story to mention a love interest for Dead-Eye Dan, and the fictitious woman filled Marietta’s heart with hope. If Dead-Eye Dan, hardened bounty hunter, could fall in love, surely Daniel Barrett, hardworking ranch foreman, could, too. Right?
The voices grew louder and more distinct. Harder to ignore. Easier to recognize. Her father. And . . . Daniel!
Marietta slapped the cover closed and shoved the book into the hay. Daniel Barrett would be furious if he saw her reading such claptrap , as he called it. He hated the stories. Hated the way they glorified the violence of his past life. Said they were filled with exaggerations and outright lies. And if any man ever called him Dead-Eye Dan to his face . . . well, they came to understand his preferences on the matter rather quickly. The only person she knew who had ever gotten away with it without any repercussions was Lily Dorchester, the adopted daughter of Daniel’s former partner, Stone Hammond. She’d been only nine years old at the time and cute as a button. And the way she’d gazed up at Daniel with stark hero worship . . . he hadn’t stood a chance.
Marietta smiled at the memory until the conversation below the loft window finally penetrated her daydreamer’s haze.
“It’s time for me to move on, Jonah. I purchased the old Thompkins spread just outside Steward’s Mill last week. It’s got good water and grass for my mules, and the outbuildings are sturdy. House is a bit small, but it’ll do me.”
Marietta froze. Not even her heart beat for a long minute. How could it, when it was being shred to pieces?
“I hate to lose you, Daniel,” her father answered in a tone far too accepting to Marietta’s way of thinking.
Force him to stay, Daddy. You’re his boss. Tell him he can’t leave. Not yet. I need more time!
Her father’s heavy sigh withered her hope. He wasn’t going to fight it. He was giving in. “You’re the best ranch foreman I’ve ever had, son. The Double H won’t be the same without you.”
Marietta closed her eyes against the awful sound of fate slamming the door on her dreams.
“Ramirez is ready to take over. The men respect him. He’ll lead them well.” Daniel gave his recommendation without acknowledging his own worth. But then, that’s the kind of man he was. Humble. Hardworking. Never one to seek praise. His satisfaction came in seeing a job well done.
Well, his job here wasn’t well done. It wasn’t done at all. Marietta had been waiting three years for him to admit he had feelings for her, three years of catching glimpses of promise in his eyes only to have him shutter himself away again. Three years of patiently showing him how well-suited she would be to life as a rancher’s wife. And now he was leaving ?
Marietta inched forward until she could peer out the loft window to the men below. Her father, a large, stocky man, his graying hair hidden beneath his Stetson, held out a hand to his foreman. Daniel Barrett clasped it firmly, the determined set of his square jaw stirring an anger within Marietta’s breast that stunned her with its ferocity.
How could he? She knew he cared for her. At least a little. He watched over her like a hawk whenever her father was away, and he was always scolding her whenever she did anything that entailed even the slightest risk. That proved he cared. Didn’t it?
She’d put up with his overprotective nature despite the fact that it was downright stifling at times. He treated her like a china doll that needed to sit on a high shelf and be admired but never handled. Marietta didn’t want to be admired from a distance. She wanted to be touched. Held. Embraced. By him. But she didn’t want to appear the defiant shrew, either. So she abided by his dictates—well, most of them—all while showing him her skills. Running an efficient household. Making his favorite treats in the kitchen. Tending the injuries of the men. Saddling her own mount and riding with a level of expertise few women could claim. She thought to prove her worth to him as a helpmeet, a partner. But still he held himself apart from her. She’d assumed he did so because of her father’s policy against employees fraternizing with his daughter. But what if that hadn’t been what had kept Daniel from declaring himself? What if she’d only been a duty to him all this time?
“The Thompkins spread is a great location,” her father was saying. “With the growing demand for your mules, being so close to town will make it easier to connect with buyers. I hear you’ve had interest from a freight company all the way out in Tennessee. That’s impressive, son.” He thumped Daniel on the shoulder, his pride in his foreman readily apparent. “I always knew you had a special gift for training the stubborn creatures, but it seems your reputation has spread even farther than I’d imagined.”
Daniel dropped his gaze to the dirt, never one to accept a compliment with ease. He snatched his hat from his head and rubbed a sleeve across his brow. Sunlight gleamed off his hair, turning the burnished-auburn mass into a bed of fiery red coals.
Marietta drank in the sight. She loved his thick hair. Wavy, unruly, hinting at a wildness that lurked beneath his oh-so-controlled surface. A wildness he’d only revealed to her a handful of times. But a handful was all she needed. For she clasped those memories to her bosom as proof that he wasn’t indifferent to her. She was more than a duty. She just had to remind him of that fact. Before he left her behind.

Daniel Barrett fit his battered hat back onto his head and scratched at his short-cropped beard, the conversation even more difficult than he’d expected. Jonah Hawkins was a good man. A good boss. He’d turned a blind eye to Dan’s bounty-hunting past and given him a job based, for once, more on his skill with animals than a rifle. Leaving felt like a betrayal of the man’s trust. But it was time. He needed to be his own man, run his own spread.
Hawkins had allowed him to train his mules on Double H property during his off time, but now that demand for his stock had increased, he’d not be able to keep up unless he focused on the business full-time. As much as he’d come to love Hawk’s Haven, the men who worked with him day after day, and other . . . er . . . aspects of the ranch he preferred not to give name to, the time had come to take his leave.
“I told Ramirez he could head up the cattle drive next week,” Dan said, diverting the conversation away from his success with his mule training. “He knows the routes as well as I do, and I trust him to keep the men in l