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“No, you don’t, sister, this is my claim!”

“No, it’s mine, you cheap tinhorn!” Lacey glared back at the tall, broad-shouldered man and began to pound her stake in the ground.

“Listen, I’ve got big plans for this lot.”

“So do I, and I’m not about to give it up.” She wiped her hands on her dusty dark skirt and glared up at him. She was tall for a woman, but he was taller by more than a head, and some women might think him handsome.

He frowned at her. “What does a gal need a lot for? Your husband not providin’ for you?”

A Texas drawl. She might have known. Lacey glared back. “I am not married,” she replied with ice in her voice. “Now get off my claim!”

Her accent told him she was a Texan, too. And the most stubborn, annoying female he’d ever met. He had a strong male urge to yank her up and spank her backside, but he knew that to win this fuss, he must hold his temper and use his charm. He smiled at her, took off his hat, and made a sweeping bow.

“I am Blackie O’Neal, lately of Del Rio, and you are—?”

“Don’t waste your sleazy charm on me. If you were a gentleman, you’d let me have the claim.”

“Well,” Blackie grinned and touched the brim of his hat in salute. “I’ll see you in Guthrie to register with the land office—if you can find a way to get there.”

Lacey watched the Texan saunter away, furious with his confidence. Why, he was like a rooster that thought the sun came up because he crowed. Since he was a man and a Texan, naturally, he thought he’d alrady bested her. Outrageous. Well, she wasn’t ready to yell “calf rope” yet.