chapter 1

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When Jake rode out at daybreak, he’d been eager to get away from the ranch and track the rustlers. Were the Thurston boys behind his troubles? Kat had once said the boys could track anything or anyone when they wanted to. Maybe they were just as adept at concealing their trail. Was she helping them somehow?
He should have insisted Levi come with him. It would’ve given him an opportunity to clear up any difference of opinion between them. Kat seemed innocent of Levi’s fascination. Pride kept him from speaking up, and from his perspective, Levi sure as hell didn’t mind.
Since the dance, Jake had been by the McAllister’s to call on Angela, but she always managed to have her mother nearby. There was no way to get past Mrs. McAllister without making an awkward accusation. It wasn’t in his nature to be cruel. Still, Angela was lying and he’d run out of patience. He’d get her to admit it. Then he’d figure out what was going on with the Thurston boys.
Jake turned Red towards town.
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Kat spoke to Levi. “I’d like to ride over to a place called Calf Creek. Jake mentioned the branding is done there. Would you accompany me?” Jake wouldn’t approve of her exploring with Levi, but she didn’t care. After the commotion from the night before, she doubted if he’d miss her anyway.
Levi adjusted his hat and grinned. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”
They saddled up and left the spread at mid-morning.
An hour into their journey, Kat reined Sampson in. She stretched in the saddle, thankful the riding clothes gave her the freedom to move as she wished. “There’s a brook not far from here, past these elms. We could rest. Sometimes there’s bubbling oil.”
“Oil. Huh?” He shot her an admiring look.
Kat giggled, “Yep. We’ve found a few seeps, mos...

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Kat stepped in front of him. "Jake, no. What’s wrong with you? He’s been stung by a scorpion.”
He lowered his fist and half-carried Levi inside.
Kat stared back at Angela. The women popped open a black parasol and strolled away in the opposite direction.
Why was Jake in Farlow with her? Because it was another of his lies, her brain shouted. Tears soaked her lashes and she wiped them with her shirtsleeve.
Ignoring the pain shooting through her ankle, Kat strutted across the street to the Wild Stallion Saloon. She shoved the bat wing doors open and scanned the crowd for Rodriguez. He leaned casually against the bar, sipping a drink. Kat marched past several men who’d set their eyes on her, and didn’t stop until she stood next to Rodriguez.
He took a puff from his cigar before speaking. “Mrs. Masters, how may I help you?”
“I want to sell the Lucky Chance.”

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