Bea McIntyre fell for an old scheme and ended up the mistress -- or actually, the s*x slave -- of a dissolute rancher named Murdock. Escaping in the middle of the night with only a few small treasures, she has no real plan except to get away.
When her mare bruises a hoof, Bea winds up at the blacksmith shop of Angus O’Toole. All she can offer him for his help is herself, but he seems to be satisfied with that bargain.
When Murdock sends his hired guns after her, things get dicey. But Bea is no hothouse flower. Between her and Angus, they heat up the days and nights, yet will they also triumph over the black hats?
Chapter 1Vista Valle, Arizona Territory May, 1889 Bending low over her mount’s neck, Beatrice McIntyre urged the black mare on, driving her to run, heedless of unseen obstacles. She knew she risked a bad fall in the dark. At this point, she didn’t care. Almost from her arrival, she’d been thinking about escaping. Tonight, with Michael Murdoch away and the crew engrossed in spring roundup, had delivered her best opportunity to put a vague plan into action. Cat claw mesquite branches slashed at her face. Although she heard the tearing sounds as they ripped her dress with their wicked hooked thorns, she ducked her head, forging on. In a few minutes, she’d be in the creek, where the mare’s hooves would leave no tracks to be followed. Then she could slow down, but not before, just in case an