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.“You’re that squeaky clean?” He shook his head, studying her.“So you’ve never done anything wrong? Nothing you’ve regretted? Nothing you’re ashamed of?” He saw the flicker in her expression.Her eyes darted away as heat rose up the soft flesh of her throat.He’d hit a nerve.Jack had something to hide.Dillon itched to know what.What in her past had her racing down the highway, way over the speed limit?“You might want to slow down,” he said quietly.“I’d hate to see you get a ticket for breaking the law.”Her gaze flew to the speedometer.A curse escaped her lips as she instantly let up on the gas and glared at him.“You did that on purpose.”He grinned to himself yet again as he leaned back in the seat and watched her from under the brim of his hat, speculating on what secret she might be hiding.Had to have something to do with a man, he thought.Didn’t it always?Everyone at prison swore she was an ice princess, cold-blooded as a snake.A woman above reproach.But what if under that rigid, authoritarian-cop persona was a hot-blooded, passionate woman who was fallible like the rest of them?That might explain why she was so driven.Maybe, like him, she was running from something.Just the thought hooked him.Because before he and Jacklyn Wilde parted ways, he was determined to find her weakness.And use it to his advantage.RANCHER TOM ROBINSON had been riding his fence line, the sun low and hot on the horizon, when he saw the cut barbed wire and the fresh horse tracks in the dirt.Tom was in his fifties, tall, slim and weathered.He’d taken over the ranch from his father, who’d worked it with his father.A confirmed bachelor not so much by choice as circumstances, Tom liked being alone with his thoughts, liked being able to hear the crickets chirping in the sagebrush, the meadowlarks singing as he passed.Not that he hadn’t dated some in his younger days.He liked woman well enough.But he’d quickly found he didn’t like the sound of a woman’s voice, especially when it required him to answer with more than one word.He’d been riding since early morning and had seen no sign of trouble.He knew he’d been pushing his luck, since he hadn’t yet lost any stock.A lot of ranchers in this county and the next had already been hit by the band of rustlers.Some of the ranchers, the smaller ones, had been forced to sell out.Shade Waters had been buying up ranch land for years now and had the biggest spread in two counties.He had tried to buy Robinson’s ranch, but Tom had held pat.He planned to die on this ranch, even if it meant dying destitute.He was down to one full-time hired man and some seasonal, which meant the place was getting run-down.Too much work.Not enough time.On top of that, now he had rustlers to worry about.And as he rode the miles of his fence, through prairie and badlands, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his luck was about to run out.This latest gang of rustlers were a brazen bunch.Why, just last month two cowboys had driven up to the Crowley Ranch to the north and loaded up forty head in broad daylight.Margaret Crowley had been in the house cooking lunch at the time.She’d looked out, seen the truck and had just assumed her husband had hired someone to move some cattle for him.She hadn’t gotten a good look at the men or the truck.But then, most cowboys looked alike, as did muddy stock trucks.Tom could imagine what old man Crowley had said when he found out his wife had just let the rustlers steal their cattle.Tom was shaking his head in amusement when he spotted the cut barbed wire.Seeing the set of horseshoe prints in the dirt, he brought his horse up short.He was thinking of the tracks when he heard the whinny of a horse and looked up in time to see a horse and rider disappear into a stand of pines a couple hundred yards to the east.Tom was pretty sure the rider had seen him and had headed for the trees just past the creek.From the creek bottom, the land rose abruptly in rocky outcroppings and thick stands of Ponderosa pines, providing cover.“What the hell?” Tom said to himself.He looked around for other riders, but saw only the one set of tracks in the soft earth.He felt his pulse begin to pound as he stared at his cut barbed wire fence lying on the ground at his horse’s feet.Tom swore, something he seldom did.He squinted toward the spot where he’d last seen the rider.This part of his ranch was the most isolated—and rugged.It bordered the Bureau of Land Management on one corner and Shade Waters’s land on the other.The man had to be one of the rustlers.Who else would cut the fence and take to the trees when seen?Still keeping an eye on the spot where the horse and rider had disappeared, Tom urged his mount forward, riding slowly, his hand on the butt of his sidearm.Chapter ThreeJacklyn silently cursed Dillon Savage as she drove, glad she hadn’t gotten a speeding ticket.Wouldn’t he have loved that? It was bad enough she’d proved his point that everyone broke the law.She couldn’t believe she’d let him get to her.Like right now.She knew damned well he wasn’t really sleeping.She’d bet every penny she had in the bank that he was over there smugly grinning to himself, pleased that he’d stirred her up.The man was impossible.She tried to relax, but she couldn’t have been more tense if she’d had a convicted murderer sitting next to her instead of a cattle rustler [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]