Peggy Moreland - Lone Star Kind Of Man

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THE LONG ARM OF LOVE…Sheriff Cody Fipes's idea to advertise for women to revitalize Temptation, Texas, just backfired… because the maid of honor for Temptation's newest bride is the one woman Cody can never forget: Reggie Giles. Ten years ago, when he was a down-and-out cowboy, Reggie had loved him… and begged him to run away with her.But Cody had said no and gone off to seek his fortune on the back of a bronc. And when he finally came back to claim Reggie, she wasn't there. Now she's back, and Cody doesn't think his heart can survive letting her go… again!TROUBLE IN TEXAS… When Temptation beckons, three rugged cowboys lose their hearts.

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With a glance to his right, he saw the familiar gap in the fencing, the faded path of a dirt road now choked with weeds. Years before he’d stood in that gap many a morning, rain or shine, waiting for a school bus to take him to school. At the end of that dirt road, protected by darkness, lay his old home place. On impulse, or maybe because it seemed a fitting end to the day, Cody turned and headed down the road.

Ignoring the scrape of mesquite trees against the sides of his truck and the occasional thunk of a rock to his underpinning, Cody bounced his way down the deeply rutted road. When the cabin came into sight, he yanked the steering wheel hard to the left, then braked to a fast, dust-churning stop in front of the shadowed structure, aiming the beam of his truck’s headlights dead on.

In front of him sat his inheritance, the only thing Buster Fipes, the town drunk, had left behind when his liver had finally said “No more.”

Cutting the engine, Cody swung down from the truck, leaving the headlights on for illumination. At the intrusion, a trio of rats darted through a gap low on the front door and leaped from the sagging front porch, disappearing into the tangle of vines and weeds that had taken over the yard.

Ignoring them, Cody peeled off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the seat, then cuffed his shirtsleeves to the elbow as he walked to the front of his truck. He settled his back against its warm hood, then folded his arms across his chest and crossed his legs at the ankles as he stared at the place he’d once called home.

He snorted in disgust. Home. This place had never been home to him, or anyone else for that matter. It was merely the place where, long ago, he’d stored his belongings and rested his head on occasion. Now, it had lain vacant for more then eleven years.

At one time the property had been owned by the Kerrs, and the old cabin used by hunters who leased seasonal hunting rights on Kerr land. But then Cody’s dad had come along and cut a deal with Harley’s father, promising work in exchange for ownership of the cabin and the five acres of land that surrounded it. His old man hadn’t lived long enough to uphold his end of the bargain, and it was Cody who had worked for the Kerrs to repay the debt.

Cody shook his head, remembering. Harley’s father had tried to talk the then sixteen-year-old Cody into simply letting him deed the land over to him after Buster had died, but Cody’s pride wouldn’t let him accept the gift. Instead, he’d worked part-time during the school year and full-time during the summers, then after graduation he’d hired on full-time, working on the Kerr ranch until the debt had been paid.

He’d lived alone in the cabin until he left Temptation. He’d packed up and headed out of town, seeking his fortune with the only skill the good Lord had seen fit to bless him with... riding bulls. And when he’d returned four years ago and accepted the job as sheriff, he’d chosen to live in the quarters at his office rather than try to make the cabin livable again.

When trespassers had shot out the glass panes, he’d simply boarded up the windows and tacked a No Trespassing sign on the door.... But it hadn’t kept the vandals out. Not that there was anything of value inside to worry about. There never had been, not even when his old man was alive. The shack wasn’t worth the price of the match it would take to burn it down.

But the place was his, he told himself. That and the five acres it stood on. Not a lot, but then Cody had never had much.

Frustrated by his thoughts, he pushed away from the truck and strode toward the one-bedroom cabin. He’d come back to the place only once after that first year of riding the circuit, then left again when he’d found Regan had gone.

Regan. The anger he thought he’d burned up on the highway came singing back with a vengeance. With a growl, he scooped an empty whiskey bottle from the weeds at his feet and hurled it hard and fast at the cabin’s front door. It hit the metal No Trespassing sign and shattered, the splinters of glass gleaming like a starburst in the silver glow of the headlights.

If only he’d had something to offer her when she’d asked him to run away with her, to marry her, he thought angrily. Maybe things would have turned out differently. But all he’d had was this sorry excuse for a cabin and the wages he made working on her family’s ranch. Not much to offer a woman who was accustomed to more.

So, he’d told her, no, to be patient. Another year and she could make the decision to leave home without tying herself to a man who had nothing to offer her. What he hadn’t told her was that he’d be back to claim her once he had a stake.

He’d left Temptation, chasing his fortune on the back of a bull, hoping to make it big and bring home his winnings. Enough to earn him her brother’s blessing when Cody asked for Regan’s hand. Enough for the two of them to buy a place of their own.

But Regan hadn’t been patient...or maybe she simply hadn’t cared enough to wait, he thought grimly. A year after he left, soon as she’d turned eighteen, she’d hightailed it for the big city, then married some guy she’d known less than six months.

Cody braced a hand against a splintered post and dipped his forehead in the crook of his arm, wiping the perspiration that beaded his brow before lifting his head to stare at the tumbling-down cabin.

He didn’t know why he’d come here. He rarely set foot on the place. He supposed he’d needed to remind himself of his roots, of the fact that he wasn’t good enough for Regan Kerr—or Reggie Giles, as she called herself now. Reggie. Anger burned through him as he remembered the name she’d assumed upon leaving Temptation. Why had she chosen to be called by his special name for her? He shook his head, refusing to consider what that might mean. He hadn’t been good enough for her eleven years ago, and nothing had changed much since then...at least not for him.

But he’d seen that Lexus out front of Harley’s house and had known without even asking that it was Regan’s. He’d listened in silence as she told Harley about the real estate business she owned, about the properties she’d invested in. If anything, the gap between them had widened over the years, not narrowed.

And now she was back.

Firming his lips against the emotion that burned through him, Cody forced himself to take slow, even breaths. He tipped back his head, his gaze on the stars overhead, searching for an answer to the question he couldn’t even voice.

How would he survive when he was forced to stand by and watch her leave again?

With a vicious growl, he kicked at the rotted post, then spun and headed for his truck. Climbing behind the wheel, he turned the key and looked up, his gaze hitting on the reminder of where he came from, who he was...at all that separated him from Regan. Narrowing an eye at the cabin, he shifted into first and let out the clutch.

The truck bucked across the uneven ground, the cabin growing larger as he drew near. But Cody never once wavered from his goal. He slowed, then stopped when the bumper of his truck met the porch post. Easing off the brake, he hauled in a deep breath and stomped the accelerator to the floor.

Rocks spun behind the truck’s wide rear wheels and the old wood groaned and creaked at the pressure. Cody set his jaw, feeling through the steering wheel the vibration of the post’s resistance before it finally gave way with a loud crack. He quickly shifted and reversed before the porch roof collapsed, then he stopped again once he’d reached safety, watching as the dust settled around it.

His lips thinned in determination, he backed again, reset, aiming straight for the side of the house. Wood splintered, tin flew, dust spewed. Cody quickly reversed again and floored the accelerator, shooting out of danger’s way. The wall hung at an odd angle a moment, teetering like Cody’s old man had when he’d come home drunk, then slowly toppled, taking the roof along with it.

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