Читать книгу Rancher Under Fire - Vickie McDonough - Страница 3

Mariah was the last woman he should be interested in.

A reporter who had the power to destroy his peaceful life.

But Jackson had to admit he enjoyed the feel of her arms locked around his waist as they rode out to the fence line. He stared at the damage. The fence had obviously been cut. By whom? He didn’t have any enemies. But for several weeks there had been incidents that made him uneasy.

“This repair might take a while,” he told her. “Why don’t you go down to the creek?”

He watched her walk away, but he put the brakes on his thoughts. Don’t think about the greenhorn reporter. She’ll be leaving in a few days anyway. Jackson shook his head. That was why he didn’t want women on the ranch. They were a distraction. Nothing but trouble.

He worked on the repair till a loud crack echoed over the hills. Jackson jumped, nicking his finger on a barb. Gunfire?

Another blast ripped the quiet, followed by a scream.

Mariah!