Miss Murray On The Cattle Trail
A cattle drive is no place for a greenhorn……but this city miss is here for the ride!Cowboy Zachariah Strickland should put Alexandra Murray on the first eastbound train home. But he has no choice other than to take her on his cattle trail. She hasn’t ridden a horse to death, nor shot anybody, but she does drives him furious with longing… Is it possible Alex belongs right here in the Wild West—with Zach?
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A cattle drive is no place for a greenhorn
But this city miss is here for the ride!
Cowboy Zachariah Strickland should put Alexandra Murray on the first eastbound train home. But he has no choice except to take her on his cattle trail. She hasn’t ridden a horse to death, or shot anybody, but she does drive him furious with longing... Is it possible Alex belongs right here in the Wild West—with Zach?
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MISS MURRAY ON THE CATTLE TRAIL
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Contents
Smoke River, Oregon, 1871
He knew something was wrong the minute he stepped up onto the front porch. For one thing, Charlie was rocking away in the lawn swing with a big grin on his lined face. And for another, Alice, the ranch owner’s wife sitting beside him, wasn’t.
“Been waitin’ for ya,” Charlie drawled.
“Yeah? Not late, am I?” Maybe that was why Alice’s heart-shaped face looked so set, but Zach discarded that thought right away. When Alice Kingman was displeased about something, she didn’t waste time looking dour; she bared her nails and lit right into your hide.
“All the hands are inside, Zach. And they’re damn hungry,” Charlie added.
Alice stopped the swing with her foot and rose in such a ladylike motion for a woman climbing up on her forties that it brought a chuckle to Zach’s throat. Alice was pure female, and in her blue denim skirt and ruffly red-check blouse she looked good enough to eat.
Charlie slapped him on the back. “Come on, Zach. Consuelo’s fried chicken is getting cold.”
Alice disappeared through the screen door, and Charlie draped a heavy arm across Zach’s shoulders. “Got somethin’ I want to show ya.”
All Zach’s senses went on alert. The last time Charlie had had something to show him, Zach had limped for three days after the boss’s new stud horse threw him.
