Lawman In Disguise
The Lawman’s SecretWhen her son discovers an injured outlaw in their barn, the mysterious stranger instantly turns widow Daisy Henderson’s world upside down. But Daisy senses Thorn Dawson’s a good man…and there’s more to his story than he can tell her. So she can’t turn him away before he heals, even if she’s falling for him—something she swore she’d never do again after her husband died.An undercover lawman, Thorn never lets himself get too close to anyone. But that's before he meets single mother Daisy and her spirited son. Now Thorn has to protect them from the Griggs gang—a gang that's come to accept him as one of their own. And if he can't keep up the charade, the woman of his dreams might just pay the price.Brides of Simpson Creek: Small-town Texas spinsters find love with mail-order grooms!
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The Lawmanâs Secret
When her son discovers an injured outlaw in their barn, the mysterious stranger instantly turns widow Daisy Hendersonâs world upside down. But Daisy senses Thorn Dawsonâs a good man...and thereâs more to his story than he can tell her. So she canât turn him away before he heals, even if sheâs falling for himâsomething she swore sheâd never do again after her husband died.
An undercover lawman, Thorn never lets himself get too close to anyone. But thatâs before he meets single mother Daisy and her spirited son. Now Thorn has to protect them from the Griggs gangâa gang thatâs come to accept him as one of their own. And if he canât keep up the charade, the woman of his dreams might just pay the price.
âYouâre a good mother,â he assured her. âYou let him know you care about him, that heâs important to you. Not like my father...â
He hadnât meant to say those last four words, but it was as if they had been ripped from the deepest part of his heart.
âNot like your father? What do you mean, Thorn?â she asked, her face puzzled, her eyes searching the depths of his gaze.
Perhaps it was time to get it out in the open. No wound could heal if it was left to fester.
âMy birth cost my mother her health,â he told her. âShe was never well afterward, and she died before I was old enough to remember her. Sheâd wanted to name me Thornton, after her father, but after she was gone, my father just called me Thorn. He made sure I knew it was because I was a thorn in his side...â
âOh, Thorn!â she cried. And suddenly she had thrown her arms around him as she began to cry.
He was so astonishedâand moved, because no one had found him worthy of weeping over beforeâthat he could only wrap his arms around her and pull her close...
LAURIE KINGERY is a Texas transplant to Ohio who writes romance set in postâCivil War Texas. She was nominated for a Carol Award for her second Love Inspired Historical novel, The Outlawâs Lady, and is currently writing a series about mail-order grooms in a small town in the Texas Hill Country.
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy path.
âProverbs 3:5â6
To Deb Siegenthal and Rhonda Gibson, the best encouragers anywhere, as well as being fine novelists themselves, and as always, to Tom
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Simpson Creek, Texas
August 1870
He was at the end of his strength, and he supposed this barn behind someoneâs Simpson Creek house was as good a place to die as anywhere else. At least Ace, his horse, was apt to find some forage before he gave up on his master and wandered off. Thorn only hoped that if the law connected the riderless horse to the outlaws involved in the bank robbery, they wouldnât be able to find him here, or theyâd be apt to string him up before he could explain.
Sooner or later, he knew that heâd have to talk to local law enforcement. Heâd explain that he was a State Police officer, assigned to infiltrate the infamous Griggs gang and collect enough evidence to bring them to justice for their many crimes. He was prepared for the local sheriffâs skepticism. Thorn just hoped it didnât come at the end of a loaded gun. This town had shot him enough already.
Weakened as he was by the loss of blood, his dismount turned into an ungraceful collapse into the aisle between the stalls, observed by no one but a trio of chickens scrabbling along in search of bugs and stray oats. The chickens fluttered and clucked in alarm when he collapsed, and he groaned as the fiery pain of his wound punished him for the violent movement. But once they finished their squawking, they seemed content to leave him be. Ace sidled away uneasily before spotting a mound of hay in the corner with a bucket atop it, and ambling toward it, his injured rider forgotten.
Though his vision was blurry, Thorn could see that he was lying right in front of an open stall. The straw bedding looked far from new, but it would at least be a little softer than the dirt. Smothering more groans, he crawled toward it.
He hoped whoever found his dead body wouldnât be too upset by the discovery. It might have been nice to have a cold sip of water before he breathed his last, but one couldnât have everything... As soon as he reached the dark haven of the middle of the stall, oblivion overtook him and he closed his eyes.
He awakened with a start some time later to the sound of the barn door creaking open and footsteps trudging toward him. How much later it was, Thorn wasnât sure, but the light from the barn door hadnât faded much, so he guessed it to be late afternoon.
