Diana Palmer - Wyoming Fierce

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“MISS, ARE YOU SURE you want to do this?” he asked. “These are heirlooms…”

“I have to,” she said gently. “My grandfather is very ill. We can’t afford his medicine.”

The man grimaced. “Damned shame,” he said.

Bodie stared at the jewels, vaguely aware of someone coming into the store behind her. “Yes,” she said. “I know.” She was fighting tears.

“Well, I promise you I won’t sell them to anybody,” he told her. “I’ll lock them up tight until you can afford to get them back. How about that?”

“You would…do that?” she asked, surprised. “But it might be months…”

“So I’ll wait months.” He smiled.

She had to fight to speak, past the lump in her throat. It was so kind! “Thank you,” she managed to say.

“You’re welcome. Hold on to that,” he added, sliding a ticket across to her. “You’ll need it.”

She smiled. “Thank you very much.”

He counted out a number of bills, more than she’d expected to get for the jewelry. “You be careful with that,” he added.

She stuffed it into her pocketbook. “I will.”

“See you in a few months,” he said, and smiled again.

“Okay. That’s a deal.”

She turned, almost colliding with a cowboy. She didn’t look up to see who it was. Plenty of ranches in the area. She didn’t know who worked for most of them.

The cowboy watched her go out of the shop and frowned. “Wasn’t that Bodie?” he asked the clerk, who was his brother-in-law.

“Sure was. Her granddad’s in bad shape. She couldn’t afford his medicine so she pawned her family treasures.” He showed them to the other man. “Hell of a shame.”

“Yes. It is.”

The cowboy opened his cell phone and made a call.

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