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The girl’s voice was barely louder than the wind. “I’m too young to be a wife.” She stood in the doorway of the barn, trembling, her hands clutching the torn edge of a faded shawl. Dust swirled through the evening air as the tall cowboy in front of her slowly lowered the bucket he had been carrying. Ethan Cole had spent most of his life alone on the far edge of Texas territory, where the prairie stretched farther than most men were willing to ride. – Part 7
More voices now, people who’d seen things, known things, but kept silent because Brennan owned the town, and speaking against him meant losing your livelihood,...
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