Carol Finch

Bounty Hunter's Bride


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      “The first thing I’m buying is the biggest, softest feather bed to be found. That’s what you deserve.”

      Hanna snickered as he set her on the porch. “My, I have married well, haven’t I? I have a husband who places my comfort above all else—”

      She barely had time to complete the teasing comment before Cale clutched her hand and nearly dragged her up the steps in his haste for privacy. A blush exploded on her cheeks when the stage owner—a wiry little man with frizzy gray hair—glanced up from where he sat, warming himself by the fire. He grinned wryly as his gaze bounced back and forth between her and Cale.

      Hanna decided she didn’t care if the proprietor knew why they were in an all-fired rush to reach their room. If her legs had been longer, she’d have been the one tugging Cale up the steps.

      Praise for Carol Finch’s previous title

      Call of the White Wolf

      “The wholesome goodness of the characters…will touch your heart and soul.”

      —Rendezvous

      “A love story that aims straight for the heart and never misses.”

      —Romantic Times

      #636 BADLANDS HEART

      Ruth Langan

      #637 NORWYCK’S LADY

      Margo Maguire

      #638 LORD SEBASTIAN’S WIFE

      Katy Cooper

      Bounty Hunter’s Bride

      Carol Finch

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      CAROL FINCH

      Call of the White Wolf #592

      Bounty Hunter’s Bride #635

      Other works include:

      Harlequin Duets

      Fit To Be Tied #36

      A Regular Joe #45

      Mr. Predictable #62

      The Family Feud #72

      Lonesome Ryder?/Restaurant Romeo* #81

      Silhouette Special Edition

      Not Just Another Cowboy #1242

      Soul Mates #1320

      This book is dedicated to my husband,

      Ed, and our children—Kurt, Jill, Christie, Jeff and Jon.

      And to our grandchildren,

      Livia, Blake, Kennedy and Brooklynn.

      Hugs and kisses!

      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

      Chapter One

      Fort Smith, 1870s

      “Oh, my God, what have I done?” Hanna Malloy whispered apprehensively as she stepped off the steamboat that had transported her upriver from New Orleans. She stared at the gloomy, overcast sky, which promised another spring rain shower at any moment and listened to the drone of insects that swarmed near the river. In dismay, she surveyed the muddy frontier outpost of Fort Smith. This was her salvation? This was the answer to her prayers and her reward for six months of careful planning to seize control of her future? What in heaven’s name could she have been thinking!

      “Want some help with them bags, missy?”

      Hanna stepped away from the foul-smelling miscreant who’d approached her while she was lost in thought. The shaggy-haired man with beady gray eyes flashed her a smile that was missing two front teeth.

      “Thank you for your kind offer of assistance, but I can manage on my own,” she replied.

      The short, pudgy brute eyed her carpetbags covetously, glanced this way and that, then lumbered off. Hanna had the unmistakable feeling that if there hadn’t been dozens of river boatmen, cowboys fresh from trail drives, gamblers and railroad workers bustling around her, the man would’ve snatched her bags and taken off at a dead run.

      Hanna gulped and glanced uneasily around her. She wasn’t in the best of company at the moment. Indeed, in all her twenty years of existence, she’d never been in such bad company without the protection of a chaperon.

      A sense of panic and disillusionment