High Country Cowgirl
The road trip is just the beginningEver since Gabe Brand transported a show horse and its lovely owner to their new ranch home, the Montana trainer has had it bad for Bonita Delafuente.The heiress came to Montana o make her terminally ill mother’s western dream a reality. But with her dreams already on hold, can Bonita make room in her life for a cowboy with love in his heart?
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A cowboy. A woman. A horse.
The road trip is just the beginning.
Ever since Gabe Brand transported a show horse and its lovely owner to their new ranch home, the Montana trainer has had it bad for Bonita Delafuente. The DC heiress came to Montana to make her terminally ill motherâs Western dream a reality. But with her dreams already on hold, can Bonita make room in her life for a cowboy with love in his heart?
JOANNA SIMS is proud to pen contemporary romance for Mills & Boon True Love. Joannaâs series, The Brands of Montana, features hardworking characters with hometown values. You are cordially invited to join the Brands of Montana as they wrangle their own happily-ever-afters. And, as always, Joanna welcomes you to visit her at her website, joannasimsromance.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07803-0
HIGH COUNTRY COWGIRL
© 2018 Joanna Sims
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Dedicada a mi amiga querida...
Maria Y a toda la ente valiente de Puerto Rico!
Dedicated to my dear friend...
Maria And to all of the brave people of Puerto Rico!
Contents
Rancher Gabe Brand would never forget the day he first saw Bonita Delafuente.
It was a typical cloudless summer day in Montana: warm enough to make a man sweat but not so hot that he couldnât get some work done at high noon. Heâd finally gotten around to cleaning his two-horse trailer, something heâd been putting off for weeks. Gabe had already sweated through his shirt, so heâd taken it off and hung it on a nearby fence post. With Johnny Cash playing on the phone in his back pocket, Gabe was pouring more gas into his pressure washer when he heard the faint sound of Tater, his dog, barking from inside the house. Tater, who was geriatric at this point, preferred sleep above all activities and only made the effort to bark when someone came up the drive.
Gabe put down the gas can and walked toward the front of the house. He wasnât expecting anyone, but that didnât mean much. People often landed in his driveway hunting for the main entrance to his familyâs ranch, Sugar Creek.
âHello, young man. Weâre looking for Gabe Brand.â
An older gentleman with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair and a bit of a beer gut rounded the corner of Gabeâs cabin. Walking beside the older man was a younger woman wearing English riding clothes. It was unusual to see someone wearing that kind of riding gearâmost folks he knew rode Western.
âFor better or worse, you found him.â Gabe reached for his shirt and shrugged it on.
âIâm hoping for the better,â the man said.
The minute Gabe got a good look at the womanâs face, he was smitten.
âGeorge Delafuente.â The older man offered his hand. âAnd, this is my daughter, Bonita.â
