Her Montana Cowboy
Her inheritance is his home!Cowboy Gus Hawkins would wager his hat that Lillie Jean Hardaway is bad news—and as far as he's concerned, he's right. She just inherited half of the Montana ranch Gus has worked on for fifteen years. His home.Now Gus can't decide what's worse: that she could destroy his dreams…or that he's falling for her.
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She inherited half a ranch in Montana...
But her inheritance is his home!
Cowboy Gus Hawkins would wager his hat that Lillie Jean Hardaway is bad newsâand as far as heâs concerned, heâs right. She just inherited half of the Montana ranch Gus has worked on for fifteen years. His home. Now Gus canât decide whatâs worse: that this pretty city slicker could destroy his dreams before returning to Texas...or that heâs falling head over spurs for her.
JEANNIE WATT lives in Montanaâs Madison Valley on a seven-hundred-acre cattle ranch and hay farm, which she shares with her husband, her parents and many animals. Jeannie taught junior high school for about a hundred years and recently retired. When sheâs not writing or feeding animals, she enjoys sewing, knitting, running, making mosaic mirrors and reading.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07829-0
HER MONTANA COWBOY
© 2018 Jeannie Steinman
Published in Great Britain 2018
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This book is dedicated to my amazing niece, Hanna.
Thank you for carrying on the tradition.
Contents
FOR THE PAST several months, Lillie Jean Hardaway had had only two kinds of luckâamazingly good and crazy bad. The seesaw was starting to get to her. Now, as she braced her palms against the door of her car and let her head hang down in defeat, she wondered how she was going to get herself out of this latest instance of crazy bad.
After a couple deep breaths, she stepped back, surveyed her surroundings. The Montana sun had disappeared behind the mountains shortly after her last attempt to drive out of the deep muddy ruts that stubbornly held her car captive, and it was getting dark. Soon it would be seriously dark, so she had to make a decisionâfollow the road, which, according to the weathered sign sheâd passed as sheâd turned off the main road, led to the H/H Ranch, or stay with her car and walk in the morning.
Tough choice.
If she was going to walk tonight, she needed to start soon. Her phone was fully charged, so she could use its flashlight when it became too dark to see. And she had her protection dog, Henryâa Chihuahua-dachshund mix wearing a Christmas sweater because it was the only warm garment she could find on short notice. Who knew that Montana was so cold in the spring?
Lillie wrapped her arms around herself as she stared down the long road. What kinds of predators lurked out there, waiting for the cover of darkness? She shuddered at the thought. She knew nothing about fighting off wolves. Should she carry a tire iron or something?
On the other hand, while she had a coat, she had no blanket and it was already getting cold.
Cold? Or wolves in the night?
Lillie went with cold. She and Henry could huddle together for warmth.
