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Harlequin American
ISBN: 978-0373754182
August 2012
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A Cowboy's Duty
Never Trust A Man!
That’s what Dixie Cash learned from her mother. That and fathers don’t stick around.
She's pretty independent, and doesn’t need help from her baby’s daddy, sexy rodeo rider
and ex-soldier, Gavin Tucker. But he seems determined to do right by her. Just as Dixie
starts to imagine together they might be a family, tragedy strikes—and Gavin shows his
true colors. She knew he wasn’t honorable!
After what Gavin went through in Afghanistan, he was more than happy to lose himself in
the rodeo circuit—and in sweet Dixie’s arms. But doing the right thing can be hard
sometimes, and when Dixie—Gavin’s lifeline—doesn’t need him anymore, he’s at a loss.
His heart still longs for Dixie, though he’s not sure he deserves a second chance...
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Chapter One
July.
Boot Hill Rodeo, Boot Hill, Arizona.
"Ready?"
"I'll never be as ready as you are." Dixie Cash grimaced at her high-school friend
Shannon Douglas—one of the top female bull riders in the country.
Shannon was forever on the lookout for a roughstock competition and when Five Star
Rodeos had agreed to sponsor women's bull riding in three summer events Shannon had
promised to find five women crazy enough to ride with her—Dixie being one of them.
"Here." Shannon held out a bank draft.
"I feel bad taking your money." Dixie shoved the check into the front pocket of her jeans.
"You're worth every penny."
When Shannon had mentioned the rodeos, Dixie had just been hired as a part-time
receptionist for a construction company in Yuma. She'd wanted to help her friend
but needed money to launch an Internet business for her homemade organic bath soaps.
Then Shannon had made Dixie an offer she couldn't refuse—a thousand dollars per rodeo—tax free.
"Looks like Veronica Patriot set her sights on Gavin Tucker."
Dixie's gaze followed Shannon's pointer finger. Figures the blond buckle bunny would target
the handsome bareback rider. "If the cowboy knows what's good for him he'll avoid the tramp
like the plague." Dixie had run into Gavin—literally—at the Canyon City Rodeo in June when
she'd tripped over his gear bag and knocked him to the ground.
"The bull's more of a spinner than a bucker," Shannon said. "Stay centered." The tan
Charbray stood docile in the chute, but once freed all hell would break loose.
"Ladies and gentlemen, turn your attention to gate two. Dixie Cash is about to tangle with
Bad Mamajamma." The crowd stomped their boots against the bleachers and whistles filled the air.
"If the Cash name sounds familiar it's because Dixie's got six older brothers who rodeo.
Earlier today, Merle Cash took third in the saddle-bronc competition."
While Shannon and a rodeo helper fished the bull rope beneath Bad Mamajamma, Dixie pulled
on her riding gloves and adjusted her headgear with its protective mask.
Let's get this over with. Dixie straddled the fifteen-hundred pound nuisance, found her
grip then nodded to the gateman. The bull pounced for freedom, the first buck almost
unseating Dixie. Anticipating a wild ride, she held her breath through the first of two
tight spins, squeezing her thighs against the animal's girth.
Bad Mamajamma decided he'd had enough of Dixie and kicked out with extra force. As if she'd
been shot from a cannon, Dixie catapulted through the air. She hit the dirt hard, but
instinctively curled her body into a ball and rolled away from the bull's hooves. The
bullfighter stepped in front of Bad Mamajamma, affording Dixie an extra second to gain
her footing. She ran for the rails and scrambled to safety.
"Well, folks, Dixie Cash gave it her best shot." The announcer discussed Shannon's upcoming
ride, but Dixie stopped listening when her boots landed in front of Gavin Tucker.
"Good try," he said.
Try being the operative word. "Thanks." Brilliant, Dixie. A cowboy with killer looks and
nice manners goes out of his way to talk to you and you mumble 'thanks'?
"How long have you been riding bulls?" Gavin asked.
"Started this summer."
A dark eyebrow lifted. "Gusty gal."
More like crazy. For the life of her, Dixie couldn’t find her tongue. Turned out
she didn't have to. Veronica Patriot materialized out of nowhere and sashayed her way
between Dixie and Gavin. She placed her French-manicured talons on Gavin's chest and
thrust her heaving bosom in his face. "Time to celebrate, cowboy."
Dixie despised Veronica. The woman had done a number on her brother Porter—used him to make
another cowboy jealous then left him high and dry with a broken heart.
"Sorry, I've got plans." Gavin's soulful brown eyes beseeched Dixie.
"What plans?" Veronica propped her hands on her hips.
Dixie had read her share of silent help me messages from her brothers. The look Gavin
sent her begged her to rescue him from the clutches of the evil buckle bunny. What the heck.
"Gavin and I have a date," Dixie said.
"Pardon?" Veronica frowned.
"That's right." Gavin inched closer to Dixie and the scent of dust and faded cologne went
straight to her head. When he rested his arm across her shoulders a little shiver raced
down her spine. Gavin couldn’t have been more than six feet tall, but her five-foot-six
inches fit perfectly tucked against him.
Veronica's gaze bounced between Gavin and Dixie. "What kind of date?"
"A boy-girl date." Dixie smiled sweetly.
"Honey, a girl like you can't handle a military man."
Dixie had heard that Gavin Tucker had been stationed in Afghanistan before he'd left the Army.
"What do you think, Gavin? Can I handle you?"
He grinned.
Disgusted, Veronica snorted like a pig and stomped off.
"Thanks." Gavin released Dixie and stepped back.
Wishing he still had his arm around her, she said, "No worries. Veronica can be a pest."
"Are you celebrating later with your lady bull rider friends?"
"Probably."
"I'm heading over to the Spittoon. Maybe I'll see you there."
"Maybe."
Gavin walk off and Dixie couldn’t help but think he was exactly the kind of man she'd like
to marry someday.
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