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by Lauri Robinson
Description: The Quinter Brides Series Snake Quinter believes he dodged a bullet when he refused to wed the girl Ma was set on hitching him to. Then he wakes up. Not only had he been shot--twice, he and Summer Austin are definitely married. For over ten years Summer Austin had known her life was tied to the Quinter family--her guardian angel said so. She was willing to do whatever it took to keep her siblings safe, but what would Snake and his family do when they discovered she, a half-breed, was responsible for their father's death?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Cactus Rose, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [320 KB]
Reading time: 207-289 min.
The jingle of harnesses and the creak and clatter of wagon wheels interrupted the casual tweets of the prairie songbirds. Frowning, Snake moved beyond the end of the long rows of wheat. The small plume of dust had grown closer. He squinted. With the force of a lightning bolt, his heart plummeted into a dark, spooky place.
An old mule, wearing a hat that someone had cut long slits in the brim so the animal's ears could stick out and full of purple and pink flowers, trotted along the trail. Dust rose into the air in the animal's wake. Two women sat on the seat of an odd shaped, little wagon. He began to shake. They didn't need to come closer for him to know who they were. The driver wore a hat to match the mules, minus the ear slots, and the woman beside her toted a well-used shotgun.
Fear like he'd never known raced over his body, and he scanned the vast ground, erratically trying to figure out which way to run.
Just as he hefted a leg, which felt like it weighed three hundred pounds, a rough voice sliced the air. "Don't move! I got you in my sights!"
"Aw, shit!" The two women--together--could only mean one thing. Turning back to the wagon, he shouted, "Put the gun away, Ma, you ain't gonna shoot me."
"You don't know that!" she reiterated.
On second thought, a good round of buckshot wouldn't be as bad as the alternative--marrying the woman who sat beside his mother, glowering at him like he'd just killed her mule, hat and all.
Summer Austin flinched as the gun in the woman's hands clicked. Out of the corner of her eye, she checked if the woman sitting beside her had cocked the trigger.