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186 pages, Paperback
First published July 2, 2015
Cinders didn’t want to feel sorry for her, in fact he wouldn’t have gotten involved with her if it hadn’t been life threatening and if it hadn’t involved John Hardy. The slimy bastard tried to buy his land out from under him. He nodded in satisfaction. He finally knocked Hardy down a peg or two.
“Well I’ll leave you two alone.” He gave them a nod and turned away, his hat in front of his britches, hiding his desire. Perhaps he should rethink his relationship with Polly. She might still be willing.
“No, you don’t need to kill yourself. If it comes to it I’ll shoot you myself.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him until her head rested against his chest. He stroked her back a few times. “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” The hug felt great until he mentioned her pretty head. The phrase was code for a simpleton.
She ached for Cinders too. Maybe he liked Polly more than he'd let on. Or what if he found someone else he could stand to consummate a marriage with? Her first order of business before they drove to town was to learn how to shoot. She didn’t cotton to the idea of traveling without such knowledge. This place was truly turning out to be the Wild West.
Despite her new blue calico dress, she was still married.
