Beau stomped the brakes and jumped off the
three-wheeler, anger boiling up from somewhere down
deep in his scuffed-up cowboy boots. "What in the hell do you think you're
doing?" he shouted at the back of the skinny, short stranger on the other
side of the fence. The fool held the reins of a jet-black horse and was
looking out across the pasture at several white-faced heifers and his prize
Angus bull that nobody ever borrowed for free, not even his best friends or
his favorite neighbors.
"You idiot! That's my stud bull you've cut this fence and let through!" he
continued to rant as he passed through the tangled barbed wire. Jim Torres
had hired very few dummies in his life, and when he did, they didn't last
long. This man would be riding his big black horse into the sunset before
nightfall once Jim found out about this. If Jim Torres didn't fire him on
the spot, then Beau fully well intended to string him up in the nearest oak
tree. Considering how little the fellow was, he could do it single-handedly.
The man must have cow chips for brains to deliberately cut a fence and let
an Angus bull in with purebred white-faced cattle. Either that or Beau had
just walked in on the first step of a rustling job, in which case the man
could look forward to spending a long time behind bars.
Milli heard a commotion behind her and turned to see if Alice Martin or
maybe even Buster had come to help. Her grandfather, Jim Torres, was going
to have the kind of hissy fit seen only in the front gates of hell if that
big Angus critter actually bred one of these cows. Thank goodness the big
black bruiser was just eating grass and didn't seem to be interested in the
cows milling around him.
She'd only arrived yesterday, to help her grandfather while he was
recovering from hip-replacement surgery. A cut fence and a big, mean Angus
bull in the pasture weren't exactly what she had in mind for her first day's
work.
Milli gasped when she saw the man, yelling at her
instead of the bull. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"What are you doing here? And why in the hell did you cut the fence and let
that stupid Angus bull in with purebred white-faced heifers? Don't you have
any sense at all? Wait 'til Alice finds out that she's got a cowhand that
don't know purebreds from culls. You might just as well crawl
up on your play pretty back there and go pack your bags,'cause Alice Martin
is going to fire you by nightfall."
She pointed toward the three-wheeler and shook
her finger under his nose, amazed that she could utter a single word to the
blond-haired man. Just how in the hell did he get from Louisiana to
Oklahoma, and why had Alice Martin hired a drunk like him? One thing was
sure, he could pick up his paycheck, because he'd just pulled the damnedest
stunt in history.
Beau stopped dead in his tracks, not three feet from the stranger who turned
out to be a feisty woman instead of a short man.
Excerpted from the book, Lucky In Love.
Copyright (c) 2009 by Carolyn Brown
Hunky cowboys, sassy heroines, and romance as big as the West abound in Lucky in Love, a thoroughly engaging novel by supremely talented author Carolyn Brown. They call him “Lucky,” but rancher Beau Luckadeau fails to live up to his nickname in devastating fashion when he accuses Milli Torres of stealing his prize bull. That woman is armed and dangerous, and as he quickly finds out, she has a very itchy trigger finger. Milli can mend a fence, pull a calf, or shoot the eyeballs out on a rattlesnake, but she’s at a loss when she lays eyes on Lucky Beau. They once shared a steamy night in Louisiana, but that was a long time ago. What’s he doing here in Oklahoma? And what will she do if he recognizes her and uncovers her shameful secret?
Hardcover: 352 pages
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc. ( September 01, 2009 )
Item #: 66-7473
ISBN: 9781615236602
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.72 inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces
