Dorothy Garlock Wayward Wind (epub)

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.“I want to be with you… forever.”“You’re a stubborn little baggage, and will take strong handlin’.I don’t know if I’m up to it.” Cooper leaned against the tree, his long legs spread wide, and pressed her against him intimately.“You’d better get back to the house,” he murmured, but his arms tightened around her even as he said the words.He kissed her throat just behind her ear.His lips moved to her face, his hands to her hips.Under his stroking hands, Lorna’s body went slack with sensuousness and moved wantonly against him, pressing into every crook and curve of his body.Hungrily, blindly, she sought his mouth, and her kiss conveyed the deep heat inside her which was a new and delicious feeling.Whatever the future held, she thought, tonight is mine.Tonight I’ll know the joy of coupling with my mate.“Sweetheart? We’ve got to stop—” His voice was ragged with emotion.“No! I don’t want to! I ache for you—”“If we don’t stop now—I’ll not be able to!”“I’m yours.I’m your woman.”* * *“DOROTHY GARLOCK IS ONE OF THOSE GIFTED STORYTELLERS WHO IS ABLE TO BLEND BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORIES WHILE AT THE SAME TIME RECREATING THE DOWN-TO-EARTH REALITY OF OUR PIONEERING ANCESTORS.”—Affaire de CoeurBooks by Dorothy GarlockAlmost EdenAnnie LashDream RiverForever VictoriaA Gentle GivingGlorious DawnHomeplaceLonesome RiverLove and CherishLarkspurMidnight BlueNightroseRestless WindRibbon in the SkyRiver of TomorrowThe Searching HeartsSins of SummerSweetwaterTendernessThe Listening SkyThis Loving LandWayward WindWild Sweet WildernessWind of PromiseWith HopeYesteryearPublished byWARNER BOOKSCopyrightPOPULAR LIBRARY EDITIONCopyright © 1986 by Dorothy GarlockAll rights reserved.Popular Library® and the fanciful P design are registered trademarks of Warner Books, Inc.Popular Library books are published byWarner Books, Inc.Hachette Book Group237 Park AvenueNew York, NY 10017Visit our website at www.HachetteBookGroup.com.First eBook Edition: August 2009ISBN: 978-0-446-56422-9Contents“I want to be with you… forever.”Books by Dorothy GarlockCopyrightChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-OneChapter Twenty-TwoChapter Twenty-ThreeChapter Twenty-FourEpilogueAuthor’s NoteFrom Dorothy GarlockThis book is lovingly dedicated to the memory of my mother, Nan Carroll Phillips, who loved poetry, music and all things romantic.She may have written the poem I used in this book, “Will You Love Me When I’m Old.” I don’t know—I found it among her papers.Come live with me, and be my love;And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills and fields,Woods or steepy mountains yields.—Christopher Marlowe,“The Passionate Shepherd to His Love”ChapterOneWith a breathy hiss, the whip sliced through the air.It burned the man’s bare buttocks like a firebrand and beads of blood popped out on his white skin.“Yeeow!” he yelled as the thin leather of the whip struck him again.He reared up from the girl who was kicking and thrashing beneath him, and the leather wrapped itself around his thighs like a serpent.“Get off her, you… ruttin’ stud!” The whip descended again, this time striking him with even greater force as rage gave strength to the arm of the girl wielding it.“Get off her or I’ll take your filthy hide off in strips and feed it to the buzzards!”The man flung himself toward the gunbelt he had discarded when lust had been all that was on his mind, but the leather lashed out again and the gun spun out of his reach.The girl in the britches and long shirt, tightly belted at her waist, sprang from her horse and landed lightly on her feet without missing a stroke with the whip.It swished as it leaped to its target.“Goddamn you, Lorna!” the man yelled.“What the hell’s the matter with you? Brice said I could—” He pulled up his britches and dived for the underbrush to escape the lash.“You goddamn she-wolf—”“Yellow-backed, belly-crawlin’ buzzard bait! All the brains you got is there!” She grabbed up his gun and fired into the brush.“Damn you,” she yelled.“I hope I shot it off!”“Someday I’ll haul you off that horse and slap the shit outta you—” His shouted threat was drowned out by the sound of the second shot fired from his gun.“You’re not man enough to haul a sick pup off a horse, Billy Tyrrell! Hear me?” Lorna grasped the gun by the barrel and flung it far out into a tangle of briar bushes.She heard the man’s strangled bellow of fury and glimpsed him darting behind a curtain of cedars.“Did he hurt you, Bonnie?” She turned to the girl who sat unanswering on the ground with her arm over her face, the bulge of her pregnancy obvious beneath her thin dress.Lorna knelt down beside her.“Does Brice know that polecat’s after you?” she asked gently, her voice belying the fury that almost choked her.Bonnie lowered her arm and looked at her.Her eyes were dry, dull, and reflected a hopelessness that tore at Lorna’s heart.“Brice sent me down here knowin’ that Billy’d be here.” Her voice sank to the thinnest thread of sound.“Oh, Bonnie.” Dark, violet-blue eyes glittered with a cold light.“That low-down, miserable excuse for a man!”Bonnie got shakily to her feet and pulled the twigs from her hair.She was a half-head taller than Lorna and thin to the point of gauntness, except for her ballooned abdomen.She wasn’t pretty; her mouth was too wide, her nose slightly crooked, and her cheekbones too prominent.But her brown eyes had a gentle, doelike quality and her dark red hair curled tightly.“He says I’m a crippled… slut, and this is all I’m good for.” She pulled the sleeve of her dress down over the stub at the end of her left arm.“He says the sight of it makes him sick.”“Aah!” Lorna snorted angrily.She had a long mane of blue-black hair, and now she whipped it back over her shoulder with a quick toss of her head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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