Shotgun Bride
Chapter One
Early March, 1885
Kade McKettrick rode slowly into Indian
Rock, that raw and ragged afternoon at
the tail end of winter, hat pulled low
over his eyes, the collar of his muddy
black duster raised in a futile effort to
warm his ears. He'd grown a beard in
the weeks since he'd left the Triple M,
at the old man's worried urging, in
search of the recalcitrant brother riding
beside him now. Far as he was
concerned, the old man had nobody but
himself to blame for all the problems.
He'd been the one to pit his three sons
against one another in the first place by
issuing a decree that the first to marry
and produce a child could get the ranch.
Now, Kade's hair was shaggy, his scalp
itched, and he couldn't remember the
last time he'd had a hot bath, a sound
night's sleep, or a decent meal. After
following a number of false trails, he'd
finally tracked Jeb to Tombstone, where
the little bastard had been having a
high old time, and the whole experience
had left Kade with a sour taste in his
mouth. Right about then, he'd just as
soon knock out a couple of Jeb's perfect
teeth as look at him.
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