mountainwild

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"Fabulous final installment of Ms. Kayne's WILD series. From the very first page, intense emotion, fast-paced action, and compelling characters held this reader spellbound! Maggie's hard life and solitude were absolutely heart-wrenching. Her understandable need for revenge and trust issues were deftly tempered by her strength, intelligence, and compassion. Garret's efforts to tame Maggie were great fun to read. He is a wonderful lead character who is by definition a hero with a capital 'H'.  The villain is in a word, unforgettable, from his soulless cruelty and greed, to his surprising weakness which figures greatly into his undoing.  MOUNTAIN WILD is a story which reminds readers of the healing power of love despite the harshest of circumstances. MOUNTAIN WILD joins an already impressive body of work from one of the most promising voices in historical romance today.  Ms. Kayne is a definite "must-buy" for this reviewer and I heartily recommend any of her work.  A keeper!” ~ Romance Reader Connection  

“Stacey Kayne touches the senses and satisfies the heart with her poignant style and captivating characters.” 5 books! Long and Short Reviews

“Memorable characters, an adventure-filled plot, authentic dialog and emotional punches combine to make this western romance a super read.” 5 Spurs! Love Western Romance

“Stacey Kayne’s books just keep getting better and better. Don’t miss this one. Be sure and pick it up and be prepared for entertainment at its best.” 5 stars! CataRomance

MOUNTAIN WILD is a rugged, adventurous Western historical romance with such stunning descriptions of western life that it will take you back to the old west as Garret and Maggie fight to clear their names and save each other. Filled with great chemistry between Garrett and Maggie, appealing characters that face realistic problems, humor, authentic settings and a terrific plot, this book is a winner." Blue Ribbon!  Romance Junkies

"Great strength and greater compassion enveloped everyone in MOUNTAIN WILD including those we have met before and those we are introduced to in this final book. You don't need to have read the previous books to truly enjoy this one, but it would be a shame to miss out on those great stories. I promise you will not be able to put this one down." ~ Fresh Fiction

“Enough romance, western aura, and engaging characters to satisfy a reader's appetite for a taste of the wild and tender West.” – RT BOOKreviews

"Stacey Kayne has written a sizzling western romance with a cowboy hero that will make any woman’s heart flutter and a heroine whose inner strength will have readers rooting for her. Against the backdrop of unfolding love, this novel is an examination of the bonds of family, love, trust and loyalty that bind us to one another, the devastation that happens when those bonds are broken, and the monumental struggle it takes to rebuild them. Memorable characters, an adventure-filled plot, authentic dialog and emotional punches combine to make this western romance a super read." 5 spurs! ~Love Western Romances.com


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Chapter One

Central Wyoming Territory ~ Fall, 1889

She moved with the caution of a doe caught grazing in an open meadow. Her dirt-stained fingers quickly secured a rope behind her saddle, binding her supplies as she discretely watched the men filing out of the newly constructed town hall.

Following a roomful of grumbling cattlemen out onto the boardwalk, Garret Daines spotted the woman called Mad Mag the moment he stepped into the crisp evening air. Her mangy bearskin coat and battered brown hat was hard to miss in the fading light of an otherwise deserted street. Murmurs of recognition and surprise rumbled through the crowd of men.

Garret had seen the mountain recluse in a town only one other time in the eight years he’d lived in these Wyoming hills, some years back in a settlement further north. The bushel of tangled black hair beneath her hat suggested she could still benefit from a lesson or two in hygiene. Known for having a temperament on the far side of crazy, Mad Mag tended to avoid folks all together. She obviously hadn’t expected all the cattlemen within fifty miles to spill out onto the streets of Bitterroot Springs at five o’clock in the evening. He glanced around at the men watching her with an equal measure of curiosity and caution.

“What’s the plan?” Duce asked, clapping a hand on Garret’s shoulder as he stepped beside him.

Garret glanced over at his business partner, the man’s wide grin striking him as a pure wonder. The past two hours of heated debates and near brawls, two of which had included Garret, left an ache in his shoulders, the frustration winding inside him still burning for release. In the fourteen years he’d been riding with Duce the wiry cowpuncher had never known a sour mood.

He doesn’t handle the account books, he silently retorted. Duce had signed on as his partner in name only, refusing to take a cut or responsibility for a business he hadn’t funded. At the age of forty-two, Duce still lived for Saturday nights and blowing his paycheck on weekend benders. In the past six years of running his cattle ranch, Garret had come to envy Duce’s carefree attitude and figured the past few winters had closed the wide gap in their ages.

God, but he felt old. Nothing like a failed marriage and Old Man Winter cramming his boot up your ass to age a man.

He glanced out at a pink-streaked sky. “Sun’s about down. Might as well spend the night.”

Duce gave a nod. He raked his fingers through his bushy red hair glowing bright beneath a streetlamp then tugged on his hat.

Think I’ll head over to the Gilded Lady. Winter snow will be piling up soon and my girls are bound to miss me. Care to come along?”

“Not in the mood.” He shook his head, a weary sigh breaking from his chest. “I feel like I’ve just been raped by seven cattle barrens.”

Duce chuckled.

Garret didn’t share his humor. To secure his place in the stockyards come spring he’d signed over a small fortune to the wealthy bandits of the newly appointed Cattlemen Association. They’d seemed rather disappointed in his ability to meet their demands. He wasn’t about to be pushed off his land. He’d faired better than many of his colleagues, men who’d lost all their stock in the freeze a couple of winters back, a blizzard that had damn near wiped out the cattle trade across the state. Now the railroad and invading cattle barrens circled like vultures, ready to pick off the smaller ranches struggling to make ends meet.

“I’ll settle for a pint of whiskey and passing out in a hotel room.”

“You can do that over at the Gilded Lady,” Duce persisted. “What you need is a night in the saddle with some wild women. Ain’t no reason for you not to.” He moved close as they stepped into the street. “Amanda’s not coming back, you know?”

Garret rolled his shoulders against the surge of anger and resentment tightening his muscles. “I sure as hell hope not.” Staring at that outrageous cattlemen contract reminded him of the divorce papers he’d finally signed last spring—cutting his marital ties to a woman he’d not seen in nearly three years. A wife walking out on a marriage left a man with no small amount of humiliation. He didn’t see the need to announce his divorce.

Life sure hadn’t gone the way he’d planned. Having acquired his ranch at the age of sixteen and marrying at nineteen, he truly thought he’d be settled in with his own family by now, not contemplating a night at a brothel. Damned if he could figure out what he’d done wrong. One thing he did know, he was through chasing women. If he was to have another wife, she’d have to run him to ground first.

“You can slug me for saying so,” said Duce, “but you’re lucky to be shuck of that one. All that pretty was wasted on a woman who don’t do nothin’ but sniffle and pout ‘cause you were too busy to sit and stare at her all damn day.”

The truth didn’t keep Garret’s chest from burning at the thought of Amanda Billings standing on his sister’s front porch bound and bustled in the fanciest gear he’d ever seen. The daughter of a southern banker, she was a true belle, her soft-spoken voice never reaching much above a whisper, her long, lithe body and graceful movements mesmerizing. The fact that she’d looked twice at his weather-beaten hide had lit his fire, and he’d sure as hell lit hers.

Passion hadn’t been enough to hold her. After eight months of marriage Amanda had her fill of him and Wyoming winters—a winter like nothing he’d ever seen. He wasn’t new to tragedy or hardship. Raised on cattle trails by his older sister, he’d survived raids, floods, droughts and damn near being washed out of a Colorado Canyon—none of it had prepared him for watching his livelihood go to hell in a frozen handcart.

Murmurs buzzed from the men around him as Mad Mag guided her horse along the main strip. The top of her hat was barely visible beyond her large bay she led by the reins. A fine horse. Its golden coat gleamed in the low light. His gaze stopped on the Morgan brand singed into the animal’s haunch--the brand of his sister’s ranch. He glanced again at the horse’s golden coat, black socks, the burst of white on the horse’s dark frock--Star. A favorite mare of Chance, his sister’s brother-in-law.

“Is that Star?” he said to Duce as they stopped beside their own mounts.

“Yep,” he answered, not bothering to shift his gaze toward the woman and her horse. “Chance sold his mare to the trapper just before you bought your ranch and we moved onto the Lazy J.”

That was six years back and he and Chance Morgan hadn’t been on good speaking terms. Still, he found it hard to believe Chance would sell his prized mare to someone like Ira Danvers. Garret had never actually met the mountain man, but had heard he was far less sociable than his woman.

“How can filth like that own a Morgan horse?”

Garret glanced back at the newest member of the Cattle Association standing on the landing of the town hall, his expression filled with disgust. Strafford, the newly elected Mayor of Bitterroot Springs, gripped the sides of his shiny blue jacket and stepped onto the walk, his group of ranch hands moving with him like a clutch of chickens scurrying after a peacock.

“Folks call her Mad Mag,” said one of his men. “Ain’t ever seen her in town before.”

“Mad Mag?” Strafford’s gaze narrowed. He stepped off the boardwalk into the dusty road. “You there? Come back here.”

The woman increased her strides and urged the mare to move faster.

“Uh...Boss?” his man called after him. “I wouldn’t--”

“Hey!” Strafford shouted. “I’m talking to you!”

“He’s barkin’ up the wrong tree with that one,” Duce murmured.

Mad Mag turned into the alley beside the mercantile. Strafford hurried after her.

“Someone might ought to fetch the sheriff,” suggested one of the men.

“Who wants to bet Mayor Strafford just got a new mare?”

The large group erupted with laughter.

Anger snapped at Garret’s nerves. He’d disliked the over-dressed rancher the moment he met the man. Nathan Strafford had moved into these hills with the greasy finesse of a snake oil salesman, forcing out the smaller ranchers while pouring his money into this town. He’d funded a new school and the first courthouse in Bitterroot Springs, which had gotten him elected as the new mayor.

Garret started across the road, damned if he’d stand by while that arrogant jackass took advantage of some poor deranged woman.

“Garret?”

Leaving Duce to chase after him, he rounded the building. Mag was near the far end of the alley, Strafford closing in on her.

“We got new laws in this town,” Strafford announced, his long arm reaching for her. He grabbed a fistful of fur.

Mag spun to face him, the rifle in her hands forcing him to take a backward step.

“Back off,” she growled.

Strafford’s six-plus frame towered over the small woman. “What business do you have in my town?” he demanded. “Aside from reeking up the streets and stealing our horses?”

The woman’s cold, throaty laughter echoed through the hallow shadows of the narrow alley. “Oh, that’s rich. You calling me a thief.”

Strafford leaned closer to her. “Mag--?

The butt of her rifle connected with Strafford’s gut, ending his words in a hard cough. He doubled over. She swung again, her rifle cracking against his skull, sending him staggering back. Another swift blow to the brow, and Strafford hit the ground like a fallen timber.

Damn. Her reputation wasn’t just rumors. She stood over Strafford, the barrel of her rifle pressed to his chest. She trembled.

Jagged puffs of breath lifted the tangled black hair covering most of her face. Her finger flexed over the trigger.

If she shot Strafford, provoked or not, she’d hang before sundown.

“He’s not worth it,” Garret whispered, slowly moving in beside her while keeping an eye on that rifle.

Rage shaking her, Maggie couldn’t think of a single reason why she shouldn’t put a hole through Nathan’s black heart. He had no right to touch her--no right to be in this part of Wyoming!

His town? Her gaze raked over his fancy suit. Bile burned in her throat. Did this town know the vile measures he used to acquire his wealth? It was past time for Nathan Strafford to be stomped back down to the devil.

She startled at a light pressure on her shoulder. Her gaze snapped to the long fingers touching her fur coat. She glanced up at wide shoulders creating a clear line on the pink horizon.

“Careful,” he said. “Sheriff’s coming.”

Pale blond hair glowed white against the sunset, instantly identifying the man beside her.

Garret Daines. Recognition broke across her senses like a crack of lightening, shattering her tattered nerves. She’d spotted Daines and his cow dog often enough in the hills around her mountain, but never so close. He appeared rather like the Vikings she’d learned about during her studies as a young girl, his pale hair wavering in the cool breeze, the span of his chest blocking out the world. A colorful sky outlined his profile, defining the sharp lines and intriguing contours of his face.

“Ma’am, you’d better git.” The hand on her shoulder urged her aside, jarring her from a mental stupor. Not that he noticed. His hard gaze never strayed from the murmur of voices growing louder by the second. He glanced to his right and his friend moved in beside him, completely blocking her from view of the approaching mob.

“What’s going on?” a man shouted.

“What happened to Mayor Strafford?” called another.

“Not much that I could see,” said Daines. “Ol’ Strafford didn’t mind his footing. Tripped over his own boots and bumped his head.”

Maggie stared up at Daines’s broad shoulders, staggered by his outright lie, his offer of protection. Seizing the opportunity, she grabbed Star by the reins and stepped around the corner of the building. She wouldn’t be back to this town.

Garret glanced over his shoulder as the crowd descended on Strafford, and was relieved to find the woman had fled. He looked at Duce and nodded in the direction she’d gone. They prudently made a swift exit. Garret scanned the surrounding hills and tall grasses spotted by patches of trees and scrub. Mad Mag was nowhere in sight.

“You got some kind of death wish I should know about?” asked Duce.

“Why would you think--?”

“You’re lucky that woman didn’t fill you full of buckshot. Or didn’t you see the way she laid out Strafford?”

“She had a rifle, not a shotgun. And he likely frightened her, grabbing her the way he did.”

“Frightened her? That’s it,” Duce said, shoving him across the road. “We’re headed to the whorehouse before you end up dead or courting a mountain shrew.”

Garret laughed, and didn’t argue. Watching that woman knock Strafford down a few notches had lightened his mood.
Finally, a bit of justice in this world.

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Copyright ©2008 by Stacey Kayne
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