A Rogue in Texas
Chapter One
July, 1865
Grayson Rhodes' father had always warned him that he would bum in hell, but he had never expected to arrive at the damnable place while he was still alive.
Sitting in the rear of the wagon, Grayson suffered through the sweltering heat that clung to his body. Flies and gnats joyfully buzzed around his ears as the vehicle bounced over the rough road. He would have thought the seven men crowded into the abominable mode of transportation would have kept the damn thing on an even keel. How the man to his left—Christian Montgomery—could sleep through the incessant jostling was beyond Grayson's comprehension, but he had to admire Kit's ability to do so.
Unlike his traveling companions, Grayson had long ago given up any pretense at being a gentleman. He'd tossed his cravat aside, removed his jacket, loosened the top buttons on his white linen shirt, and rolled his starched cuffs past his elbows. But none of his efforts diminished the suffocating heat.
With his sleeve, he wiped the sweat from his brow. He could do nothing to prevent the beads trickling down his back.
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