You traded two good mares for those new repeatin’ rifles. I never want to see it again.īen grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. Jenny heard the edge in her voice but refused to look at Ben. ‘Sides, Robby said you left your rifle up on the ridge. Ain’t neither of us doin’ a lick of good sittin’ ‘round here. I keep tellin’ you this is a tough hombre. He straightened slowly, glancing at Jenny, frowning at the look of exhaustion that marred her delicate features. ![]() The wounds were repacked with thick, heated pine tar and Ben seemed pleased by the signs of healing. His large hands were gentle as he helped her change the man’s bandages. The old trapper, more father than friend these last eighteen years, knew a mountain man’s ways of healing along with those he had picked up from the Indians over the years. She tried to draw courage from Ben’s words. Jenny merely nodded, turning back to the man in her bed. Let this spicebush tea cool and make sure he drinks all of it. You may know more about healing folks, but-īut he’s one tough son and he’ll pull through, Jenny, the old man said gruffly, setting a small kettle on the edge of the fireplace. She was only too eager to offer it as atonement, not only for now, for him, but to appease her own demons. And once again he turned his head, as if seeking to be closer to her comfort. Bathing the man’s fevered body, tears blurred her eyes. Jenny Latham crooned softly to the man in the bed as she would to her son. Pain thrashed his body and he gave himself over to it, sinking into blackness once again. ![]() His head throbbed from forcing these buried pictures to the surface. The man called out in his fevered sleep, heard himself, heard the thickness and fear in his own voice yet couldn’t stop it. Mouth grinning, eyes narrowed, he leveled his gun. One of the hunters rose suddenly from the rock-strewn brush. ![]() He waited with shallow breaths for them to come for him. Gripping the rock, he found himself too weak to wipe the sweat from his brow. He had to make some effort to protect himself. The snap of brush against saddle leather made his hand close over a rock. How much longer would they keep searching for him? He found himself longing to cry out for a drink, but no sound escaped his lips. He was exhausted from their chase.īellying his way into a small hollow, he cursed the fates that had left him without a gun, horse, or even a knife to protect himself. He heard them moving through the brush, some leading their horses while the others rode slowly, circling around him. Was he home? Where was home? Squeezing his eyes shut tighter, he tried to remember.įaded images came to him again, sudden tension flowing like a dark, dangerous current. His mother had always stored their blankets and quilts in her large wooden chest with branches of pine and chips of cedar. His fingers curled against the strange softness of the quilt covering him, the move bringing with it the scent of pine and cedar. Where the hell was he? A spattering of visions filtered into his thoughts, but he could make no sense of them. He gritted his teeth there was a foul taste in his mouth. ![]() But even that small attempt made his head ache, unbearably so, and he closed his eyes again. Staring directly overhead at the wide, chinked logs, the man made an effort to remember where he was. Jenny will gamble with her very life in order to protect her son and Charmas from harm.Īt the sound of a door dosing softly, hazel eyes, their irises deeply flecked and ringed with black, opened. Overcome by Charmas’ allure, Jenny begins to succumb to her feelings of passion, until her world is shattered by the reappearance of her violent husband. The stranger is a handsome man named Charmas, but he claims to remember little else, having lost his memory after the accident that led him to be in Jenny’s care. But when she accidentally shoots a stranger and takes it upon herself to nurse him back to health, she finds all of her defenses wavering. Her beauty makes her the object of many men’s desires, but with a broken heart and an independent streak as strong as the mountains themselves, Jenny refuses them all. From national bestselling romance author Raine Cantrell.įor two years Jenny Latham has lived alone with her young son in the Colorado mountains, trying to manage her guilt over letting an abusive husband control her for too long. In the idyllic mountains of Colorado, a woman will risk her life to save the ones she loves.
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