Hunter Moon

Hunter Moon
Jenna Kernan

The Warrior's RedemptionClay Cosen wants nothing more than to put his dark past behind him, but his work impounding free-roaming cattle is creating new enemies. Rancher Isabel Nosie has her own reasons to mistrust him. She loved him once, and she’s never forgiven him for fiancé’s death—a death she thinks Clay could have prevented. When someone starts killing her cattle, though, she has no choice but to turn to the best tracker on the reservation.Soon, Izzie herself is in danger, and Clay’s attempts to protect her and clear her name make him a target—and a suspect. Clay risks losing everything: the respect of his family and his tribe, and the woman he’s never stopped loving.

“I got you, Izzie. I’ll get you through this.”

She sagged against him, letting him take her weight and her fear and her sorrow. He took it all, standing solid as Black Mountain as he cradled her. She finally reined herself in and straightened to find both her brothers staring at them from across the yard. She stepped back from Clay and he cast a glance over his shoulder. Then he returned his attention to her.

“You going to be all right?”

She didn’t think so. Everything around her seemed to be breaking loose and she couldn’t hold the pieces together any longer. She should go and reassure the boys. Tell them that everything was all right. But it wasn’t all right. It was so not all right.

Hunter Moon

Jenna Kernan

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

JENNA KERNAN has penned over two dozen novels and has received two RITA® Award nominations. Jenna is every bit as adventurous as her heroines. Her hobbies include recreational gold prospecting, scuba diving and gem hunting. Jenna grew up in the Catskills and currently lives in the Hudson Valley of New York State with her husband. Follow Jenna on Twitter, @jennakernan (https://twitter.com/jennakernan), on Facebook or at www.jennakernan.com (http://www.jennakernan.com).

For Jim, always.

Contents

Cover (#uba43d732-28b1-5c40-b272-bee6b2c9688f)

Introduction (#u5cb773c3-98de-52c6-b813-b59645a2b816)

Title Page (#u2dff9e21-0250-5318-b4bc-ee77fdda2544)

About the Author (#ufee0138a-52cb-5d84-ad90-0960a10eaaae)

Dedication (#u2003a1fc-df7d-58f2-980f-199b11a36ac0)

Chapter One (#u2f3fb50f-ef23-5c5f-96b2-21808922e4a0)

Chapter Two (#uab6ab7de-f6fe-5c9f-b8ca-a295b84615a3)

Chapter Three (#uff520f86-55c4-5cf2-a894-aec87eee258c)

Chapter Four (#u1e5467fa-7c10-5967-be34-2b81f8259f53)

Chapter Five (#uc582f349-6395-5e9d-959f-e407f7e632b2)

Chapter Six (#u152a502d-e08c-5070-ab36-9897988ddeeb)

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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_c152dd7e-8751-5de4-bd3a-0c64ea65839d)

Black Mountain Apache Reservation

Izzie Nosie lay low over the mare’s neck hoping to make herself less of a target for whoever was shooting at her.

Damn, this was her land.

What was going on?

Her legs flapped as she kicked her chestnut quarter horse, Biscuit, to greater speeds. Who was up there shooting at her?

She leaned to the right, touching the leather bridle to her horse’s strong neck. The signal was received, and Biscuit darted between two pines, jumping the downed log that blocked escape. She knew her pursuers were not on horseback, so she did her best to take the route hardest to maneuver on foot. Still, she couldn’t outrun a bullet. The next shot hit the tree to her left, sending shards of bark and splintered wood flying out against her cheek, barely missing her eye. She ignored the sting, focusing on flight.