The Gunslinger's Woman by Kelly Dawson

Author:Kelly Dawson [Dawson, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2016-10-05T21:00:00+00:00

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Kicking her heels into Tosca’s sides, she pushed the stallion into a gallop. She had to get away. The wind whipped through her, blowing her hair out wild behind her, chilling her through. Rain beat down on her face, the cold drops feeling like needles as they drove into her relentlessly, mixing with the tears that trickled down her cheeks, but she didn’t care. Anything to take her mind off Danny.

Thoughts were whirling round and round in her head. Why had she kissed him? She’d never kissed a man before. She’d never even wanted to. Why did Danny have to be the man she chose? He was a gunslinger, a drifter. As soon as he was well, he’d be moving on again, and riding out of her life. She would never see him again, but a hole would be left behind in her heart.

She didn’t want a husband; she didn’t want a life of domestic drudgery. She had her horses. Catching wild mustangs, training them, breeding them, was what she did. There was no room for a drifter like Danny in her life.

She could still feel his chapped lips on hers. She could still taste him there. Her lips still tingled where she’d touched him briefly. The wind whipping against her face did nothing to dispel the sensation of Danny’s mouth on her own; it did nothing to douse the flames that were burning within her, ignited by that one, brief caress.

She spurred Tosca on faster. She had to escape. She had to leave the memory of Danny behind. Danny had saved her life, and she was grateful to him for that. It was that gratitude, the indebtedness she felt to him that had made her fight to bring Danny to safety. But it wasn’t just gratitude she felt for him now, it was something more. It was lust. Or maybe it was even more than that. But how had she gone from gratitude to whatever it was she felt now, so quickly and so completely?

Jeannie didn’t want a man. She didn’t want the kind of life that being someone’s wife would entail. She knew that. And even if she did want a man, a drifter like Danny wasn’t the man for her. Why, then, did she feel like she’d fallen head over heels down a flight of steep, twisty stairs and sat up all confused, not knowing who she was or what she wanted? What had happened to her?

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