One man stood out in the crowdâ¦
He was tall and well built, but didnât walk with that muscle-bound swing several of the others had. He didnât have any visible tattoos and he carried himself easily. His gaze moved from side to side as if he was drawing his new surroundings in his head for future reference.
He looked straight at Eleanor. She caught her breath. So much anger, so much bitterness, so much grief. It was as though in that one glance sheâd been able to see inside him.
âMove.â The CO dug the man in the kidneys with his baton.
A second later he dropped his eyes and became simply another con, shuffling along with the others.
Eleanor didnât like that moment of recognition. She hoped he wouldnât wind up on her team.
In fact, she hoped sheâd never see him again!
Dear Reader,
Most of us believe that if we are honest, hardworking and treat others with compassion and dignity, weâll get the same treatment in return.
This is the story of two people who found out the hard way thatâs not always true. Dr. Eleanor Grayson, large-animal veterinarian and part-time employee of Creature Comfort Veterinary Clinic, lost her husband, her practice and her self-confidence. After two years sheâs finally back up to speed, professionally and emotionally. Steve Chadwick lost his wife, his business, his freedom and his good name. For the past three years heâs known only bitterness and grief.
Now Eleanor has taken a job building a prize cattle herd for the newly reopened prison farm. She wants to save the money to buy a partnership at Creature Comfort, but she also wants to teach her âteamâ a skill they can use on the outside. Sheâs been warned against prisoners who prey on gullible women. She knows that almost all convicted criminals swear theyâre innocent. But Steve seems different. When he says heâs innocent, she wants to believe him.
Until now, Steve hasnât cared whether anyone believed him or not. Heâs spent his time planning the perfect murder, and refuses to allow his growing attraction to Eleanor to deter him from his goal. He canât become a part of her life. She must not become a part of his. Yet neither feels alive except when theyâre together.
I hope you enjoy reading Steve and Eleanorâs story.
Carolyn McSparren
To all the veterinarians, their families and their staffs who lent me books, let me watch procedures and answered a million questions. And to all the cowmen who regaled me with tales of cows, bulls, buffalo and their idiosyncrasies.
Especially for everyone at the Bowling Animal Clinic, for Bobby Billingsley who warned me I wouldnât be able to stay on a cutting horse thirty seconds (he was right) and for Sam Garner, who gave me chapter and verse on buffalo and beefalos alike.
If Iâve gotten anything wrong, itâs my fault. Whatever is right is because of the good people who helped me.
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EPILOGUE
âGUILTY.â
Stephen Chadwick stood at attention behind the defense table. He was too stunned to react. Behind him, the spectators erupted into noise. He heard doors open and close as reporters ran to report to their editors. He thought he heard his sister wail.
This couldnât be happening. His lawyer, Leslie Vickers, leaned over to whisper to him, âDonât worry, boy, weâll get you out on appeal.â
Appeal? How long would that take? Months? Years? Meanwhile, what would happen to him?
The hollow thud of the judgeâs gavel struck through his consciousness. He gripped the edge of the table and willed himself to keep standing straight. Until this moment, heâd believed Vickers. An innocent man is never convicted. There was no real evidence against him. âPiece of cake,â Vickers had told him.
Most of all heâd believed in the system.
âStephen Chadwick.â How could the judgeâs baritone sound so casual? This was Stephenâs life he was talking about! âYou have been found guilty of manslaughter by a jury of your peers. The penalty phase of this trial will commence after lunch.â
Now Stephen knew why all those prisoners heâd watched being sentenced on television never showed emotion. None of this felt real, but it was nothing like a nightmare. He knew he was awake. He knew this was the end of his life as heâd known it. He simply couldnât take it in. He wanted to scream, but that would do no good. At this point, why should his precious dignity mean anything?
It was all he had.
How could the jury believe heâd killed his beautiful, clever, funny wife? His Chelsea, his friend, companion and support in all his crazy schemes?
As he was led away to the holding area and the bologna sandwich, already curling at the corners, that awaited him as it had every day from the start of the trial a week earlier, he kept his eyes straight ahead.