Wyoming Cowboy Justice
The Wild West never died…Bad boy bar owner Grady Carson knows his brother is not a murderer, and he’ll do anything to prove it. But partnering with Laurel Delaney? The by-the-book cop challenges him like no other. Can they solve a crime to prevent a family war and ignore their forbidden spark?
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Welcome to Bent, Wyoming
Where the Wild West Never Died
Resident bad boy and saloon owner Grady Carson knows his brother is not a murderer, and heâll do anything to prove it. But partnering with Laurel Delaney? Worst idea ever. The beautiful by-the-book cop challenges him like no other. Bad family bloodâand a killer at largeâmakes their attraction unthinkable. Dangerous. Reckless. How can they solve a crime to prevent a family war and then let forbidden love ignite it anew?
Carsons & Delaneys
NICOLE HELM grew up with her nose in a book and the dream of one day becoming a writer. Luckily, after a few failed career choices, she gets to follow that dreamâwriting down-to-earth contemporary romance and romantic suspense. From farmers to cowboys, Midwest to the West, Nicole writes stories about people finding themselves and finding love in the process. She lives in Missouri with her husband and two sons and dreams of someday owning a barn.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07939-6
WYOMING COWBOY JUSTICE
© 2018 Nicole Helm
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Laurel Delaney surveyed the dead body in front of her with as much detachment as she could manage.
âKnow him?â the deputy whoâd first answered the call asked apologetically.
âWeâre distantly related. But who am I not related to in these parts?â Laurel managed a grim smile. Jason Delaney. Her third cousin or something. Dead in a cattle field from a gunshot wound to the chest, presumably.
âRancher called it in.â
Laurel nodded as she studied the body. It was only her second murder since sheâd been hired by the county sheriffâs department six years ago, and only her first murder in the detective bureau.
And yes, she was related to the victim. Unfortunately, she wasnât exaggerating about the number of Bent County residents she was related to. Sheâd known Jason in passing at best. A family reunion or funeral here or there, but that was all. He didnât live in Bent, his parentsâsecond cousins, she thought, to her parentsâwerenât part of the main offshoot of Delaneys who ran Bent.
âWe do have a lead,â Deputy Hart offered.
âWhatâs that?â Laurel asked, surveying the cattle field around them. This ranch, like pretty much everything in Bent County, Wyoming, was in the middle of nowhere. No highway traffic ran nearby, no businesses in the surrounding areas. Just fields and mountains in the distance. Pretty and isolated, and not the spot one would expect to find a murder victim.
âThe rancher says Clint Danvers broke down in front of his place last night. Asked to use his phone. Heâs the only one who was around. Aside from the cows, of course.â
