Roughshod Justice
No memory and orders to kill.Texas Ranger Jameson Beckett discovers Kelly Stockwell alive – except she has amnesia, and a note demanding she kill Jameson! With secrets unravelling and bullets flying, does Jameson trust Kelly enough to save them both?
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No memory and orders to kill.
Who has his lover become?
Two years after their short, intense affair, Texas Ranger Jameson Beckett discovers Kelly Stockwell alive. Except she has amnesia...and a note demanding she kill Jameson. Where is the woman with whom he shared so much? Because Kelly remembers nothing, not even the toddler they learn is their daughter. With secrets unraveling and bullets flying, is Jamesonâs trust in Kellyâs heart enough to save them all?
Blue River Ranch
DELORES FOSSEN, a USA TODAY bestselling author, has sold over fifty novels, with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. Sheâs received a Booksellersâ Best Award and an RT Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Award. She was also a finalist for a prestigious RITA® Award. You can contact the author through her website at www.deloresfossen.com.
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ROUGHSHOD JUSTICE
© 2018 Delores Fossen
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Texas Ranger Jameson Beckett felt his stomach twist into a hard knot. There was too much blood on the ground. Of course, a single drop was too much, but there was enough for there to be multiple dead bodies.
What the devil had happened here?
He stepped around the first pool of blood, around the CSI who was photographing it. There were cops. Medics. The medical examiner. Chaos. A flurry of adrenaline-laced movement, something that came with the territory of a crime scene like this.
The sun was already setting, but Jameson picked through the dusky light and the chaos, looking for his brother, Gabriel, who was the sheriff. Gabriel wasnât the biggest guy in the mix, but he had an air of authority that made him easy to spot. Jameson made his way to him.
âHow bad is it?â Jameson asked.
Of course, he partly knew the answer to that. It had to be bad for his brother to call in the Rangers to assist. Gabriel only did that when it was too much for him and his deputies to handle. Those were situations that didnât happen very often in Blue River, the small ranching community they called home.
âWeâve got two dead bodies.â Gabriel tipped his head to the pair just a few yards away.
They were both men, both sprawled out in the pasture as if theyâd collapsed in those spots. There was a black SUV not far from them on the road, the doors open, the engine still running.
Since the blood was between the SUV and the men, theyâd likely been shot in or near the vehicle and then had gone into the pasture. Maybe to escape their attacker or maybe in pursuit of the person whoâd shot them. Then the men had either succumbed to their injuries or been shot again.
Jameson turned back to his brother. âAny idea what weâre dealing with? A drug deal gone bad, maybe?â
