Big Sky Homecoming. Linda Ford
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Newly returned Duke Caldwell is the son of her family’s enemy—and everyone knows a Caldwell can’t be trusted. Yet when Duke is thrown from his horse, Rose Bell puts her misgivings aside to help care for the handsome rancher. And soon there’s no denying that her childhood nemesis isn’t the scoundrel she thinks he is.
Duke keeps telling himself that his reasons for wanting to spend time with feisty Rose have to do only with ending their families’ feud—and not with how captivating he finds her. But though Rose might be willing to mend fences with the enemy, could she ever believe Duke worthy of her love?
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“You’ve got a nasty gash on your forehead.”
“I can feel it clear to my toes.” Duke watched emotions flit across Rose’s face as she leaned closer to look at his head. First, concern, and then worry. Worry? Rose Bell worried about Duke Caldwell? It didn’t seem possible.
Her gaze returned to his and he caught a flash of something else he almost believed to be tenderness. For him? Hardly. The Bells were known for helping the sick and injured. That was all it was.
A tiny grin tugged at her lips and amusement filled her eyes. “Your handsome face will be forever marred.”
“I can live with that.”
“You’re fortunate to be alive.” Her eyes snapped in anger. “Why are you riding a wild horse around the country? Don’t you know you might have been killed?”
“Seems you should be happy about that. You haven’t exactly thrown out the welcome mat to me.”
Her expression slowly hardened, grew impassive.
He missed being able to read her emotions.
She sat back and pulled her hands to her lap. “That doesn’t mean I want to see you dead.”
“Good to know.”
LINDA FORD lives on a ranch in Alberta, Canada, near enough to the Rocky Mountains that she can enjoy them on a daily basis. She and her husband raised fourteen children—four homemade, ten adopted. She currently shares her home and life with her husband, a grown son, a live-in paraplegic client and a continual (and welcome) stream of kids, kids-in-law, grandkids, and assorted friends and relatives.
Big Sky Homecoming
Linda Ford
I will praise thee;
for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
—Psalms 139:14
To mothers everywhere who bind the family together around the kitchen table with their meals, their treats, their advice and their love.
May your children arise and call you blessed for you turn houses into homes. God bless.
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Bar Crossing, Montana January 1890
Rose Bell pushed back a scream of frustration. Even so, she spoke with more anger than sorrow. “The poor creatures. Pa, let me off here. You take Ma to the house and I’ll take care of these animals.” The sheep had been turned out of their pen and one of the older ewes was mired in a snowbank next to the shed. The others milled around, uncertain as to whether they should enjoy their freedom or panic because there were no fences to keep them safe.
At least they wouldn’t drown in the river today. It was frozen over. That was a mercy.
She hopped down before the wagon stopped moving and raced toward the ewe. “Come on, girl.” She pulled and tugged and cooed but the sheep had been there long enough her wool had frozen to the snow, anchoring her firmly.
“Can I help?”
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