What starts out as a simple trip to Willow Bottoms, Texas, for supplies turns into something rancher Morgan Banning never counted on. When he hires two drifters to work at the Rocking B, he soon discovers they keep a secret that he never suspected—one of them is the most beautiful woman he’s ever met. As he tries to keep his emotions for Shaina Miller in check, danger strikes the Rocking B when a disgruntled former employee, Buck Henson, decides to exact his bloody revenge. Morgan knows he is the only man who can stop Henson and his blood-thirsty partners. He has no choice but to ride out to save three young girls who have been kidnapped, but how can he leave the Rocking B unprotected?
In a final showdown, Morgan and Shaina fight side by side to protect the ranch, their families, and the young women who have endured so much—but will it all be for nothing? They are outnumbered, out-gunned, and out of luck. Will the town of Willow Bottoms rally in time to show their true colors, and lead to MORGAN’S REDEMPTION?
Glancing at the fragile young woman beside him, Daniel bit back a curse. “It will be alright, Abby. We will reach the ranch shortly, and Sourdough and Jigger will know something is going on when they hear us coming.” He whipped the horses to a faster pace, praying they reached the ranch before trouble found them. He wasn’t sure what had happened to Abby, but he was positive it had something to do with men. She was too uncomfortable around men. “Hold on, Short Stuff,” he said over his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about me, Mr. Daniel,” Jessica called out. “Cowboys have to be tough, and this little old wagon ride ain’t about to rattle me.” The wagon hit a deep hole sending the girl bouncing around with the supplies. “I wished Sourdough could’a seen that,” she laughed.
With her knuckles white from gripping the seat, Daniel could see that Abby barely realized what was going on around her. “We have to reach the house,” she whispered. “Morgan promised to take care of me.”
Fighting the urge to take her small hand in his, Daniel grimaced. “Trust me to take care of you.” The lather was dripping from the horses, but still he called for more. Knowing he couldn’t travel much faster and still be safe, he glanced over his shoulder, and frowned. In the distance he could see dust being kicked up. They were being followed.
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