The Outlaw's Redemption
Who would guess the most formidable adversary former gunslinger Hunter Mitchell ever faced would be a fiery, violet-eyed female?Now that he’s served his time, Hunter intends to claim the daughter he only just discovered. While the law is on his side this time, his daughter’s devoted aunt certainly isn’t. Annabeth Silks can’t bear to let a one-time outlaw take little Sarah.As the daughter of an infamous madam, she knows the hardship of an unstable home. But every glimpse of Hunter’s reformed character dares Annabeth to look beyond his past…to the family and future she never thought to find.
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CLAIMING HIS CHILD
Who would guess the most formidable adversary former gunslinger Hunter Mitchell ever faced would be a fiery, violet-eyed female? Now that heâs served his time, Hunter intends to claim the daughter heâs only just discovered. While the law is on his side this time, his daughterâs devoted aunt certainly isnât.
Annabeth Silks canât bear to let a onetime outlaw take little Sarah. As the daughter of an infamous madam, she knows the hardship of an unstable home. But every glimpse of Hunterâs reformed character dares Annabeth to look beyond his pastâ¦to the family and future she never thought to find.
âIâve changed, Annabeth.â
Although he spoke very deliberately, with his jaw tight, it wasnât hostility she saw in his eyes but some sort of murky promise, something that went beyond words, something personal and solely between them.
âHunter.â She sucked in a hard breath. âI donât thinkââ
âStop, Annabeth. Stop arguing with me and let me finish.â With a move so swift she didnât see it coming, he took hold of her hand.
His touch was somehow comforting.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb across her knuckles. Warmth spread up her arm.
âIâm not going to hurt Sarah.â He moved closer, too close, and added, âOr you.â
She snatched her hand free, her fingers curling into a fist. âWords, Hunter. Those are just words.â
âThen here are some more words for you to consider. No matter your motivation, I wonât let you stand between my daughter and me.â
RENEE RYAN
grew up in a small Florida beach town. To entertain herself during countless hours of âlying out,â she read all the classics. It wasnât until the summer between her sophomore and junior years at Florida State University that she read her first romance novel. Hooked from page one, she spent hours consuming one book after another while working on the best (and last!) tan of her life.
Two years later, armed with a degree in economics and religion, she explored various career opportunities, including stints at a Florida theme park, a modeling
agency and a cosmetics conglomerate. She moved on to teach high-school economics, American government and Latin while coaching award-winning cheerleading teams. Several years later, with an eclectic cast of char acters swimming around in her head, she began seriously pursuing a writing career. She lives in Savannah, Georgia, with her own hero-husband and a large fluffy cat many have mistaken for a small bear.
And He said unto me, âMy grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness.â
â2 Corinthians 12:9
To my older brothers, Bill, Bob and Noot,
for teaching me how to hold my own in a family full of alpha males. Iâll never know how to throw a punch (thanks for sparing me from that), but I certainly know how to rely on someone who can. I love each of you with all my heart.
Contents
Chapter One
Denver, Colorado, 1890
Hunter Mitchell was a free man. After two years of hard labor and endless nights of soul-searching, heâd paid his debt to society. His life was once again his own. Countless possibilities awaited him.
And yet, here he stood but a stoneâs throw away from where his downward spiral had first begun.
Long before the judge had sentenced him to prison, Hunter had vowed never to return to this house of sin owned by the notorious Mattie Silks. Two years ago heâd made an exception, to take another manâs life.
So much regret. So much hurt.
Just when he thought the worst was behind him, and would stay that way, his past had caught up with him again.
Lips pressed into a hard, flat line, Hunter rolled his shoulders and considered his next move. The most obvious course of action would be to storm through those ridiculously ornate doors and demand what was his. Take what was his.
He had the right. No one would argue that. But Hunter had learned to be a cautious man.
Mattie could have lied to him in her letter. Sheâd done so before. For no other reason than to see how far she could push a man. What the surly madam didnât realize was that Hunter was no longer susceptible to her games. He knew Mattieâs well-guarded secret, a secret he wouldnât hesitate to use against her if she tried to toy with him.
Red-hot determination coiled in his gut. Hunter would get the truth out of the woman tonight.
No mistakes.
No loss of control.
Calm. Cool. Careful.
Melting into the shadows, he blew into his cupped palms. The air had taken on a cold, nasty bite. Hunter couldnât help but feel he was being watched, a remnant of his former life when he had to look over his shoulder wherever he went. But those days were over, the members of his former gang either dead or living in Mexico.
