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

“Hey,” she whispered while softly stroking his face.


He opened his eyes and looked at her, the strong planes of his face softening to a satisfied smile. “Hey, yourself.”


“Don’t you think we better be gettin’ back to the ranch?” She looked up toward the sky. “Looks likethe sun’s goin’ down. It’s done past suppertime, you know. The others might be gettin’ a little hungry by now.”


“Supper? Now that you mention it I could go for a big plate of red beans and cornbread. Got anything like that in that kitchen of yours?”


“Would Southern Fried Chicken do as well?”


“Sure would,” he said as he pulled her up with him, and then held her close as they walked arm-in-arm back to the ranch. As the sun sank below the horizon, an impression of four beautiful bodies embellished the bank.


Supper that night was a strained silence until suddenly they heard something outside. Reno quickly leapt up and looked out. “It’s an Indian!”


Chapter 15