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About Catherine's Cowboy
On the run from her vicious Kiowa husband, Catherine seeks shelter from a raging dust storm when labor begins. Fate steps in when a retired army tracker also seeks refuge from the elements and stumbles upon the same ramshackle dwelling.
Elam helps Catherine deliver her child and a strong bond forms between them. But outside, biding his time until the squall passes someone longs to claim both of their lives and take what is rightfully his…the child.
Wolf-dog emitted a guttural growl and Tapco’s spine curdled with fear. How had the heathens found her so soon? Poor beast would be killed first...before they descended on her. In her condition, she could do nothing to prevent the creature’s demise, much less thank him for leading her through the dust storm to this temporary sanctuary. While the phantom of death circled her head, she pulled the knife from her knee-high moccasin and focused on the one thing that mattered, the cause of her horrendous pain and the only reason to stay alive for now.
The dog rose to a squat, shoulders down, rump high in the air and his long, white fangs bared for attack. He would take down one and she would the steal the breath from another before....
Wolf-dog snarled, waiting for her command.
“Haun-Nay,” she rasped. “No.”
She couldn’t take the chance the man would kill the dog before she could kill him, not after the beast had saved her. She’d wait until he hovered near, near enough to slash his jugular before he sensed peril. She didn’t have to wait long.
Danger rode the angles of his lean face as he advanced. “Are you alone here?”
She brought the knife up and stabbed at the vacant air.
His hands came out at his sides, palms up. “I won’t harm you. Besides, that mangy hound would rip my guts out before I could spit in your direction.” A faint smile curled one corner of his lip. “Looks like you could use some help. Please, put the knife down before you pass out and fall on it.”
Panting through another spasm, she slithered down the post, grinding out the words, “Stay back.” Seconds ago, she had fantasies of severing his neck; now she was too broken to try.
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