Western Hearts: Montana ; Ransom Canyon by Debbie Macomber

Author:Debbie Macomber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA Books
Published: 2018-09-18T18:48:33+00:00

Eighteen

This wasn’t going down the way Monroe had planned. The Loyalists needed the Wheaton land, but the old man had been too damn stubborn. Wouldn’t listen to reason. Okay, he’d expected that. Walt Wheaton had been a cantankerous fool most of his life. Monroe had considered it a godsend when his granddaughter arrived, but he’d been wrong. The situation had quickly gone from bad to worse.

Sam Dakota had thrown a monkey wrench into the entire scheme. Without him Molly would’ve been forced to sell the property, and she’d have been glad to be rid of it. Dakota was as stubborn as the old man, and it was clear he intended to fight for the land with the same unshakable determination.

Monroe leaned forward and planted his elbows on his desk. The situation had taken a sharp turn south starting with Pearl Mitchell’s murder. He’d confronted Lance, who claimed he’d had nothing to do with it and offered an alibi. When Monroe checked, he was surprised to learn Lance had been telling the truth. Yeah, he’d come to town that night, but Lance had been at Willie’s playing pool with that hothead Travis. The bartender confirmed it.

It would have been convenient if they’d been able to pin the murder on Dakota, but that hadn’t panned out. Monroe could deal with Molly, persuade her it’d be wise to sell—if he could get her husband out of the picture. What shocked him was that his cousin, his own flesh and blood, was the one responsible for seeing the man set free. It angered him every time he thought about it. Damn attorneys weren’t to be trusted. Even when they were part of the family.

He wished the hell he knew what Russell’s angle was with Pearl. The way his cousin had hounded the sheriff’s office for information led him to believe there might have been something between them. That was enough to make him laugh. His cousin falling for a hooker!

Monroe felt bad about Pearl’s murder, too, but she was the one who chose to live this life. She knew the risks. If he found out who’d killed her, he’d make the son of a bitch pay, if for no other reason than the lost income she’d provided. The freebies Pearl threw in every other week or so would be sorely missed, but he’d convince one of the other girls to be just as accommodating.

The girls had gotten nervous after Pearl’s death, and profits had dropped by thirty percent. He’d been against setting up this prostitution ring in the first place, afraid someone would trace it back to him. But it was the least of his worries now. Lately there’d been any number of problems developing.

Tightening the screws on Dakota had been downright fun, but the bastard had refused to break. Messing around with his stepsons hadn’t done it, either. Hiring the Hudson kid to paint the wall had been Lance’s idea. He snorted. Lance was a fool and not to be trusted. He was sure Lance’s friend was the one who’d set the Cogan boy free.

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