WesternRomance
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I lived a solitary life in the mountains of Wyoming until I met a runaway bride with no shoes and a $2,000 bounty on her head, and I decided to fight the whole world for her
Part 1 Parched Valley, Wyoming Territory. Winter of 1877. If you’ve never felt the Wyoming cold, you don’t know what…
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- The silence in the gym was deafening. Every heavy hitter in the room stopped mid-rep, their eyes locked on us. I could feel the sweat cooling on my skin, turning to ice. He knew. He didn’t even have to say it, but the way he looked at me changed everything I thought I knew about my safety.
- The briefing room went cold the second I spoke up. I could feel every eye in the unit burning into the back of my neck, labeling me a traitor for just trying to keep us whole. They called it defiance, but to me, it was the only way to survive.
- They call me “just a nurse.” They see the wrinkled scrubs and the coffee stains and they think they know my story. But they have no idea what I’m hiding or why I moved halfway across the country to start over. Last night, that secret almost cost me everything.
- The silence was the loudest thing I’d ever heard. One second, the engine was humming, and the next, everything went black on I-70. I looked at the dashboard, then at my babies in the back. The heater was dying, and the Ohio blizzard was just getting started.
- “You’ve got to be kidding me, Hart!” Sergeant Price’s voice was a whip-crack in the freezing air. He looked at the small canvas pouch at my hip like it was a ticking bomb, his face turning a dangerous shade of purple. I just stood there, my heart hammering against my ribs, unable to say a single word.
