Ride Em’ Cowboy




When Sally Ann Johnson left Cima, New Mexico, she promised never to return. She would’ve kept her promise had the bank not threatened to foreclose and condemn her family’s ranch. Sally has two weeks to get the place repaired and paid off or the bank will take everything.

There’s only one man in town who can help her…and she left him standing at the altar ten years ago.

Wyatt Branson cannot believe his ex-fiance has the nerve to ask him for help. It took years to get over Sally’s betrayal and he has no wish to repeat the experience. He intends to turn the job down…until an old barn loft nearly crushes her.

Soon, he finds himself working side-by-side with Sally to save the ranch. It’s as if no time has passed. But history has a way of repeating itself. Wyatt knows if it does, this time his heart won’t survive.

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“Hmm, would you look at that?” Cougar Douglas’ black eyes glittered as they locked on someone across the rustic great room.

Wyatt Branson glanced Cougar’s way, before following his friend’s line of sight into the partying crowd. With half the town of Cima, New Mexico in attendance, it took Wyatt a moment to figure out who’d caught his best friend’s attention.

The honey-blonde wore a slinky blue designer dress that bared much of her lightly tanned back. Delicate muscles flittered beneath her golden skin as she teetered on impossibly high heels.

“I think she’s at the wrong party,” Wyatt said.

Cougar snickered. “She is a little overdressed, but I’m not complaining. I like my presents wrapped in pretty packages.”

Wyatt squinted. “You recognize her?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Never seen her before. She’s not exactly the kind of woman that you’d forget.”

“I hear you,” Wyatt said. “She must be visiting relatives. We’d know if she lived here.”

He couldn’t imagine a woman like that moving to Cima. This was a no frills town, built by no frills people. Everything about her screamed high maintenance.

“Remind me to pay her family a visit,” Cougar quipped.

An itch started between Wyatt’s shoulder blades and worked its way up his neck. There was something familiar about the woman, even though he couldn’t see her face. “Know anyone expecting company?”

Cougar reluctantly drew his gaze away. “No, but like you, I’ve been busy rounding up cattle this week. Can’t believe she managed to slip into town without me noticing.”

Wyatt’s lips twitched. “That is rare. You must be losing your touch.”

Cougar’s eyes narrowed. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” He craned his neck. “Can you see her face?”

“Not yet, but if it’s anything like the rest of her, then I think I’m in love,” Wyatt said.

“You and me both.” Cougar chuckled.

Someone took that moment to interrupt the woman’s conversation so they could squeeze by. As she stepped out of the way, Wyatt caught a glimpse of her face…and felt like he’d been kicked in the gut by a Brahma bull.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he said.

“Do you know her?” Cougar asked.

“I did a lifetime ago,” he muttered, trying to catch his breath.

Wyatt’s heart throttled his chest, as the past collided with the present. When had she gotten back? Why hadn’t anyone warned him? If they had, he’d have stayed the hell away from town.

Ralston’s party swelled. More people stepped through the door, jostling past Wyatt and Cougar. Laughter rang out as recycled stories were shared amongst old friends. Everyone was here to celebrate another successful cattle market run.

“You going to go over there and say hello?” Cougar asked.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Wyatt said.

“Suit yourself.” Cougar smiled at a blonde who walked by making eyes at him, then looked across the room. He took a step forward.

Wyatt grabbed his arm, stopping Cougar in his tracks.

Cougar glanced at Wyatt’s hand and arched a brow. “I take it that means hands off.”

Wyatt slid him a glacial look, before releasing his friend. “Good guess.”

“Pity.” Cougar grinned. “I was looking forward to cutting her from the herd and taking her for a ride around the corral a couple times.”

“Find your own horse.”