In the heart of Ransom Canyon, sometimes the right match for a lonely soul is the one you least expect
Dan Brigman may not lead the most exciting life, but hes proud of what hes achieved: hes a respected lawman, and hes raised a bright, talented daughter on his own. But finding a lone, sparkly blue boot in the middle of a deserted highway gets him thinking maybe the cowgirl who lost it is exactly the shake-up he needs.
After losing her baby girl, Brandi Malone felt like her soul died along with her daughter. Now singing in small-town bars to make ends meet, shes fine being a drifteruntil a handsome sheriff makes her believe that parking her boots under his bed is a better option.
College grad Lauren Brigman has just struck out on her own in downtown Dallas when a troubling phone call leads her back home to Crossroads. Her hometown represents her family, friends and deepest hopes, but also her first love, Lucas Reyes. Will Laurens homecoming be another heartbreak, or a second chance for her and Lucas?
Praise for Jodi Thomas and her RANSOM CANYON series
Compelling and beautifully written, it is exactly the kind of heart-wrenching, emotional story one has come to expect from Jodi Thomas.
Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author, on the Ransom Canyon series
Jodi Thomas is a masterful storyteller. She grabs your attention on the first page, captures your heart, and then makes you sad when its time to bid her wonderful characters farewell. You can count on Jodi Thomas to give you a satisfying and memorable read.
Catherine Anderson, New York Times bestselling author, on the Ransom Canyon series
Thomas is a wonderful storyteller.
RT Book Reviews on Rustlers Moon
Western romance legend Thomass Ransom Canyon will warm readers with its huge heart and gentle souls.
Library Journal
Thomas sketches a slow, sweet surrender.
Publishers Weekly
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Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Praise
Title Page
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Extract
Copyright
CHAPTER ONE
Midnight
Friday
DAN BRIGMAN HAD been sheriff for half his life. He knew the county, the people and the potholes for miles around Crossroads, Texas. Now that his daughter, Lauren, was grown, being a lawman filled his time. Hed settled into a comfortable aloneness and counted himself lucky.
When he turned onto the county road on the third Friday in November, featherlight snow circled in the cruisers headlights as if the beams caught winters breath dancing in the dark along the silent stretch of highway. The first freeze of the season was whispering across the flatland, but Dan feared a storm would rage in a few hours.
He smiled. He loved this time of year. Most folks complained about the cold, the short days, the colorless landscapes, but he liked coming inside after a long day and warming by the fireplace. He loved napping through football games and craved all the food that came with the season. Green chili enchiladas, Hopkins County Stew, spicy pork ribs simmered all day in a slow cooker.
The sheriff laughed out loud. He was starting to sound like an old man. True, there was a brush of gray along his temples, but inside he felt like he was still young. In twenty years, if he kept getting reelected, hed retire and have time to fish off his dock at the lake house. If he got bored, hed drop by his old office to tell the next sheriff how to run the county. Hed never run with the bulls or climbed Everest or seen a foreign country, but hed had a rich life.
Something bright blinked in his headlights just in front of him.
Dan hit the brakes.
With his beams on high, he climbed out of the cruiser, a flashlight in one hand and the other on the butt of his service weapon. The county road might be silent tonight, but this was 111, the stretch of highway where hed been ambushed four years ago.
That day flashed through his mind more in sounds than pictures. Bullets pinging against the sides of his cruiser like hailstones. Tires popping as they went flat. Brakes squealing while he fought for control. Glass shattering across the windshield and raining onto the pavement.
Then, when all the noise stilled, all hed felt was pain.
Three bullets were dug out of his body a few hours later. The six months of recovery seemed endless. Four years of peace since, and yet he could still hear the sounds of that one day. Hed watched his blood snake across the highway like a tiny river and pool into the dirt. Hed counted his heartbeats as if needing to know how many were left.
If it hadnt been for one kid pulling him away from the gunfire, hed be buried in the Ransom Canyon Cemetery, his grave covered in snow tonight.
Dan pushed the memories aside as he focused the flashlights beam on a sparkly blue object in the road.
A boot. One tall blue womans boot stood proud on the center stripe. The kind of fancy boot with rhinestones and stitching in the leather from the ankle up. One like cowgirls wore to dance in until the bar closed. One that would never be worn to work cattle.
Dan relaxed as he stared down at the boot. County Road 111 was mostly traveled by locals, and none of the ranch folks wore fancy footwear like this.
Its a mystery, he said aloud. Dan was fully aware that he was talking to himself, but then who was around to object?
He picked up the boot and walked back to his car. If someone had tossed it out, which wasnt likely, it probably wouldnt have been standing straight up on the center line. No one would have thrown away just one even if they hated wearing them. A pair like this probably cost five hundred dollars or more.
By the car light he examined his find. Deep blue, like the sky turned just before it rained. The sole was worn. No other scrapes. Whoever wore this never shoved it into a stirrup.
Dan put the boot in the passenger seat and pushed the car into gear. Well, pretty lady, he said with a laugh. How about riding along with me tonight?
Any woman who wore a boot like this one would show it off. Shed have on tight jeans tucked into the top. Shed be outgoing, maybe wild. Shed laugh easy and probably yell when she argued. Shed take big gulps of life.
That kind of woman would never be attracted to him. Dan was as solid as the canyon walls, probably borderline boring if he thought about it, and as his daughter often reminded him, predictable.
Dan never allowed himself to daydream. He was always serious, a man who was his job, not one who just wore the uniform. But tonight, cloudy starless skies made the world seem more fantasy than real, and the rich blue leather sparkled in the dashboard lights.
I guess I better start looking for Cinderella, because some cowgirl princess has lost her slipper.
He remembered how Lauren was always telling him he needed to go out now and then. Maybe he could text her a picture of the boot and tell her hed made the first step. Lauren had probably meant he should date one of the church ladies who asked him for favors, such as judging the jams competitions for charity, or invited him to the Wednesday-morning breakfast because they needed more men. His daughter had not meant for him to step out with the kind of woman whod wear a rhinestone boot.
It was almost one oclock when the sheriff pulled into the Two Step Saloons dirt parking lot. The bar was outside the city limits of Crossroads, but Dan swore he could hear the bass beating some nights from his office a few miles away. Most Friday nights he would have already had at least one call from the bartender before now. But since the Nowhere Club opened thirty miles south of Crossroads, business had dropped off along with arrests in Dans county.
Grabbing the boot, Dan walked into the Two Step. Maybe, if the place wasnt too loud, or the folks too drunk, someone would remember seeing a lady wearing blue boots.
He relaxed. The main room was only half-full and most of the crowd looked far more interested in talking than fighting. Ike Perez, the owner, had put in a big-screen TV. If a game wasnt on, he played reruns. The drunks didnt seem to care. They cheered and bet as if they hadnt seen the game before.
Evening, Sheriff, the bartender said as she reached for a cup and the coffeepot. Wondered if youd make it in tonight.
Dan stood at the corner of the bar, his back almost touching the wall. It was the only spot in the room where he could see the whole place. Evening, Kimmie. The bartender might have been in AA for ten years, but she was still working making drinks. She reminded Dan of an old bull rider who walked among rough stock on the night before a rodeo. Kimmie might not take the ride anymore, but she stayed near the noise and the excitement.
When he set the fancy boot next to his cup, Kimmie winked at him. If thats your date, Id say you lost a bit of her on the way in.
Dan shrugged. Story of my life. I start out with a woman and end up with a boot.
Kimmie crossed her arms and leaned against the railing of the bar that was just right to be boob-resting height to her. It might help, Sheriff, if you didnt wear your gun and uniform on a date. Youre one fine-looking man, tall, lean and just enough gray to tell a lady that you probably know what youre doing, but, honey, all that hardware around your waist wont encourage any woman to cuddle up.
Dan took a gulp of the coffee. He never added any comment when Kimmie started telling him how to live his life. She might be in her late thirties, which made her dating age for him, but shed never be his type.
In truth, Dan had decided he must not have a type. Near as he could tell, any women he liked usually ran the other way. The first and the noisiest being his wife twenty years ago. When hed refused to move to Dallas, Margaret packed a bag and left him with their only child. Hed raised Lauren and kept loving his wife for a long while, hoping shed come back, but she only called monthly to lecture him on all the things he was doing wrong with his job, the town and most of all with raising their daughter.