Reuben stood lazily, his Navy Colt in one hand, gunpowder smoke still rising several feet above the muzzle. One of the other men moved, and Rebecca heard the distinctive hammer-click of Johannes’ Sharps, which he had raised to his shoulder. Reuben’s jaw clenched. He grimly cocked the hammer of the Colt. “I don’t push, mister. […] more to read »
Steamy Uncompahgre Excerpt
He obliged, lowering his lips and kissing the top of her head. Her arms tightened and he began to repeat the gesture, but she raised her head and intercepted his kiss with her own—just a brush of parted lips at first, then an increased pressure tinged with passion. She was standing just inches away, her […] more to read »
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Honor Our Nation’s Veterans
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Uncompahgre Excerpt Zeb and Reuben
Zeb held his eyes. “I ain’t never lied to you, and I never will. But I didn’t tell ya everything back there in St. Louis when you asked me to guide you…” Zeb cleared his throat. “Oh?” “I’m a mite more than a little familiar with that country you’re headed to. My trapping cabins are […] more to read »