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Cally’s shotgun, of course,
was gone.
“That wasn’t fair,” she whispered.
“Hmm?” Andrew drew away slightly and lifted her chin with his finger. “Are you all right?”
She could almost believe it was a sincere question. She found herself nodding. The odd fevered light was back in his eyes, and she felt her own temperature rise.
“I’m all right. Just don’t talk about…you know.”
“Don’t threaten to shoot me,” he whispered, drawing closer as if he were afraid she couldn’t hear.
She knew she should pull away, but she wasn’t sure her legs were steady yet. She didn’t want to faint right here in front of him. She would let him hold her up a while longer. Meanwhile, she stared at him. How close did he think his lips had to be for her to hear…?
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Sheriff Andrew Haywood was determined to carry out his promise made to Cally’s dying father that he would look out for her. But the Kansas lawman was in for a surprise when he discovered that Cally didn’t want anything to do with him, despite her father’s wishes. Cally and the Sheriff do eventually work things out in Cassandra Austin’s delightful new Western. Don’t miss the fireworks.
Judith Stacy is back this month with The Marriage Mishap, the story of virtual strangers who wake up in bed together and discover they have gotten married.
In Lord Sin by Catherine Archer, a rakish nobleman and a vicar’s daughter, whose lack of fortune and social position make her completely unsuitable, agree to a marriage of convenience, and discover love. And in Elizabeth Mayne’s Lady of the Lake, a pagan princess surrenders her heritage and her heart to the Christian warrior who has been sent to marry her and unite their kingdoms.
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Cally And The Sheriff
Cassandra Austin
CASSANDRA AUSTIN
has always lived in north central Kansas, and was raised on museums and arrowhead hunts; when she began writing, America’s Old West seemed the natural setting. Now she writes between—and sometimes during—4H, school events and the various activities of her three children. Her husband farms, and they live in the house where he grew up.
For Dad,
for lots of reasons
Salina, Kansas 1877
Cally slid off the mule and brushed at the dust on her oversize pants. She didn’t like to come to town and neither did Royal. The poor dog tried to look in every direction at once and wouldn’t get farther from Cally’s side than the long hairs on his back.
Cally tied her father’s mule in front of Mr. Lafferty’s feed store as she always did when she was forced to come to town. She trusted Mr. Lafferty. He didn’t look at her funny the way other people did. Of course, Mr. Lafferty was nearly blind.
She noticed with a little disappointment that Mr. Lafferty had already closed up his store. She hadn’t meant to stop and visit him, but it was always nice to see a friendly face. And he usually fed her mule a little grain while she was gone. “Sweepings,” he would explain. “Spilled the stuff and can’t sell it now.”
She rubbed the old mule’s nose. “Don’t worry, Jewel, I won’t be long,” she said softly. Squaring her shoulders and drawing herself up to her full five feet two inches, she headed purposefully toward the sheriff’s office. Royal trotted