The Gunslinger's Bride
Cheryl St.John
Eight years ago, Brock Kincaid had tried to put Abby–and her brother's senseless death–out of his mind. After all, a man whose livelihood was tied to the six-shooters at his hips couldn't allow emotional memories to dull his senses.But seeing her again brought it all back: the passion, the hunger, the confusion. Nothing had changed, and yet, when he looked at her child–everything had changed. Abby needed a man to match her fire, and he would be that man. He would know his son. Now if he could just convince Abby to believe in him again…and in the future that was meant to be!
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“That boy is a Kincaid.
“I knew it the minute I saw him,” Brock continued. “He looks like a Kincaid, through and through. You can’t deny it.”
“What are you insinuating?”
“I’m not insinuating anything. I’m stating a fact. Jonathon is either Caleb’s or Will’s…or mine.”
Caleb’s or Will’s! Indignant at the insult, Abby shot from her seat and swung her right hand toward Brock’s face. Too swiftly, he caught her wrist and held it fast. His strong grip held her close and a disturbing light flared in his eyes.
“Why did you marry Jed Watson?”
“I don’t have to explain anything to you!” She managed to get past her growing fury. “I don’t owe you a thing.”
“I have a lot of time, Abby.” His hold relaxed a measure. “I’ve come to Whitehorn to stay. I can sit here all day, every day, and wait for you to tell me the truth.”
The Gunslinger’s Bride
Cheryl St.John
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CHERYL ST.JOHN
A peacemaker, a romantic, an idealist and a discouraged perfectionist are the words that Cheryl uses to describe herself. The award-winning author of both historical and contemporary novels says she’s been told that she is painfully honest.
Cheryl admits to being an avid collector, displaying everything from dolls to depression glass, as well as white ironstone, teapots, cups and saucers, old photographs and—most especially—books. When not doing a home improvement project, she and her husband love to browse antiques shops. In her spare time she’s an amateur photographer and a pretty good baker.
She says that knowing her stories bring hope and pleasure to readers is one of the best parts of being a writer. The other wonderful part is being able to set her own schedule and have time to work around her growing family.
Cheryl loves to hear from readers! Email her at SaintJohn@aol.com.
This book is dedicated to
Bernadette Duquette
Debra Hines
Barb Hunt
and Donna Knoell
who not only can eat as much chocolate as I can, but always help me write the best possible story.
Thanks again.
And to our newest baby
Jared
Contents
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
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
January 1897