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251 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 1990
"You'll have your damn chicken for dinner, if I have to ram it down your throat feathers and all!"
...the hen squawked and ran for her life with Madelyn in pursuit.
She slid along the ground in a flurry of dust and pebbles, and her hand closed over one of the hen's legs. The bird immediately went wild, flapping her wings and trying to peck the imprisoning hand that held her. They grappled in the dust for a minute, but then Madelyn stood up with the hen upside down and firmly held by both feet, its wings spread. Her hands were dotted with blood where the furious hen had pecked her, breaking the skin.
"Faster than a speeding pullet," she said with grim triumph.
Reese could only stare at her in silence as she stalked up to him.


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He leaned against the kitchen cabinet and crossed his arm. “Are you scraping the house?”Yes, Reese Duncan is a “bold and arrogant and quick-tempered” Montana rancher, but Madelyn Patterson is just the New Yorker to calm him down while conversely stirring his blood to fever pitch.
“Yep.”
“Don’t pull that Gary Cooper routine on me. I want it stopped right now.”
“The routine or the scraping?”
“Both.”
“The house can’t be painted until the old paint is scraped off,” she said reasonably.
“I can’t afford the paint, so it doesn’t make any difference. And I don’t want you climbing around on a fourteen-foot ladder. What if you fell while I’m out on the range?”
“What if you got hurt out on the range by yourself?” she retorted. “I’m careful, and I haven’t had any trouble so far. It shouldn’t take too much longer.”
“No,” he said, enunciating carefully. “I can’t afford the paint, and even if I could I wouldn’t let you do the scraping.”
“You don’t have time for it, so who else is going to do it?”
“For the third time,” he yelled, “I can’t afford the paint! What does it take to make you understand that?”


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