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Enormous, renegade cows were roaming around Clem’s ranch, trampling the land, hiding in crevasses, growing healthier, heavier and more territorial with each passing day. Clem had kicked herself a thousand times for not dong better research before buying the cows. Not that it mattered. She was stuck with them now. She’d had five freelance outfits look at the cows. Each and every one had refused to take on the job of rounding them up. Finally she begged the last outfit for a name. There had to be someone who could help her.

The cowboys exchanged glances. One shrugged and another kicked at the dust. Then a third said, “Ma’am, just take your losses and get a real job.”

Clem could have laughed at the irony. This was the only job she was qualified for. She glared at them. “Tell me who can help me.”

The tall one eventually said, “Can’t vouch for him. He and his partners did some jail time. Even if you could find him, he won’t help.”

“Why not?” Clem’s voice was curt.

“Retired.”

“Give me his name,” she’d begged. She wasn’t going to let an itty-bitty complication like retirement get in her way.

With a sigh, the cowboy told her. “Dexter Scott. Trust me, ma’am. You’d be better off if you didn’t find him.”

He was probably right, but Clem had two choices—work with Dexter Scott or lose her family’s ranch.