Easy McClure is a hot-headed little spitfire named after her father’s favorite saloon girl. When her father is killed in a range war, she inherits his ranch. Alone now, and facing the responsibility of taking care of a large spread, she packs away her bloomers and corsets and wears tight jeans with a six-gun strapped to her hip.<br><br>One day, a bleeding cowboy rides up to her house with a bullet in his shoulder. By the time she learns he’s a notorious gunslinger, his whole gang arrives. She has never seen such hot, sexy cowboys in her life, and has a problem resisting their advances. As time passes, she is slowly drawn to them and puts her better judgment aside, surrendering to their steamy seduction.<br><br>Then the day comes for them to leave. That’s when she must admit she’s in love with each one and faces a painful dilemma -- can her love tame all four men, or will they forever be a group of hard-riding gunslingers dodging bullets and running from the law?

Gunslinger's Lullaby

“Well, goodnight,” she said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I need to check on Reno before I go to bed.”


“For sayin’ I was pretty.” She indicated toward his lap. “Now that I think about it, that coffee wasmighty hot, wasn’t it? Hope it didn’t injure anything…well, important.”


She giggled. “Remember, the eggs have to be gathered first thing in the morning.”


“I’ll remember,” he replied softly while enjoying her lingering lilac scent.


Easy was tending Reno when she noticed that he was running a fever. She quickly turned and hurried back into the main part of the house. “He’s burnin’ up with fever.” she said with a worried look on her face. “I’m tellin’ you guys, if that bullet don’t come out you’ll be buryin’ Reno in the morning.”


“Hell, woman,” Midnight said, “we know it’s got to come out, but Reno is so damned stubborn he won’t let us touch him. The man thinks that he’ll live forever.”


Chapter 9