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Rancher Rescue

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When a little boy goes missing, rancher Caleb Snow steps in
to help…and winds up falling for the child’s beautiful—but mysterious—aunt in
Barb Han’s
Rancher Rescue

Getting tangled up with another woman in crisis is the last
thing rancher Caleb Snow needs. The handsome cowboy has been badly burned too
many times. But this one feels different—Katherine Harper is injured and reeling
after an ambush in which her nephew was kidnapped. Caleb wants nothing more than
to protect the beautiful, headstrong woman and help her find the missing child.
If only he could ignore the feelings she stirs in him.

But as they search together, it’s clear someone wants
Katherine dead. Soon the two are running for their lives, dodging bullets, not
knowing who to trust…or if they’ll survive long enough to bring a little boy
home.

Desperation had the muscles in her face rigid as she stood in front of him, moving closer. A red heat climbed up her neck.

“I can’t let you lie.” He smiled. “Besides, you’re no good at it. And the evidence will clear us.”

Defiance shot from her glare. Her stubborn streak reared its head again. “You don’t get to decide.”

Her gaze was fiery hot. Her body vibrated with intensity as she stalked toward him.

He readied himself for the argument that was sure to come, but she pressed a kiss to his lips instead, shocking the hell out of him.

“There’s been enough fighting for one day. I need something else from you.”

He locked onto her gaze. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No. Not at all. But I need to do it anyway.”

RANCHER
RESCUE

Barb Han

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Barb Han lives in North Texas with her very own hero-worthy husband, has three beautiful children, a spunky golden retriever/standard poodle mix and too many books in her to-read pile. In her downtime, she plays video games and spends much of her time on or around a basketball court. She’s passionate about travel, and many of the places she visits end up in her books.

She loves interacting with readers and is grateful for their support. You can reach her at
www.barbhan.com
.

Books by Barb Han

HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

1477—RANCHER RESCUE

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Katherine Harper—
She is still reeling from her only sister’s death when her nephew is kidnapped. When the kidnapper demands a file in exchange for her nephew’s life, she has to race against the clock to figure out what this bad man thinks her secretive sister gave her before she died.

Caleb Snow—
He’s a North Texas horse rancher who, after a reckless youth, bought the TorJake Ranch to live a quiet life. When a stranger shows up on his land, he comes to her aid only to find himself embroiled in a kidnapping case and the target of a man who will stop at nothing to silence them both.

Noah—
The four-year-old nephew of Katherine needs his asthma medicine to survive.

Matt—
Foreman at TorJake Ranch, he always seems to be looking out for his boss’s best interest.

Jimmy—
His daughter is sick and he’ll do anything to help her recover.

Kane—
The powerful businessman, known to have politicians and police in his pocket, was linked to Katherine’s sister romantically. Did she pay the ultimate price for leaving him?

Marshal Jones—
He’s assigned to the case, but can he be trusted?

Sheriff Coleman—
He shares a mutual respect for Caleb. He’ll stop at nothing, including arrest, to make sure Caleb is still walking the line.

The chance to work with the incredibly talented Allison Lyons is a thrill beyond measure. Thank you for sharing your editing brilliance and giving me the chance to learn from you. To my agent, Jill Marsal, for all your guidance, encouragement, and patience.

To Jerrie Alexander, my brave friend and critique partner.

To Brandon, who is strength personified; Jacob, who is the most courageous person I know; and Tori, who is brilliant and funny, I love you. This one is for you, Babe.

Chapter One

Katherine Harper pushed up on all fours and spit dirt. “Don’t take him. I’ll do whatever you say.”

The tangle of barbed wire squeezed around her calf. Pain seared her leg.

“She got herself caught.” The man glared down at her. He glanced toward the thicket, sized up the situation and turned to his partner. “She’s not going anywhere.”

The first man whirled around. His lip curled. Hate filled his eyes. “Leave her. We have the boy.”

“Kane won’t like it. He wants them both.”

“No. Please. My nephew has nothing to do with any of this.” She kicked. Burning, throbbing flames scorched her ankle to her thigh. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll find the file.”

“We know you will. Involve the police and he’s dead,” the second man warned. “We’ll be in touch.”

Noah screamed for her. She heard the terror in his voice. A wave of hopelessness crashed through her as she struggled against the barbs, watching the men disappear into the woods with her nephew.
Oh. God. No.

“He’s sick. He needs medicine,” she screamed through burning lungs.

They disappeared without looking back.

Shards of pain shot up her leg. Fear seized her. The thick trees closed in on her. Noah had been kidnapped, and she was trapped and helpless.

“Please. Somebody.”

The thunder of hooves roared from somewhere in the distance. She sucked in a quick breath and scanned the area. Were more men out there?

Everything had happened so fast. How long had they been dragging her? How far into the woods was she?

All visual reminders of the pumpkin patch were long gone. No open fields or bales of hay. No bursts of orange dotting the landscape. No smells of animal fur and warmth. There was nothing familiar in her surroundings now.

Judging from the amount of blood and the relentless razor-sharp barbs digging into her flesh, she would bleed to death.

No. She wouldn’t die. Noah needed her to stay alive.
Noah.

Anger boiled inside her, heating her skin to flames. Katherine had to save him. He had no one else. He was probably terrified, which could bring on an asthma attack. Without his inhaler or medication, the episode could be fatal.

Forcing herself to her feet, she balanced on her good side and hopped. Her foot was slick with blood. Her shoe squished. Her knees buckled. The cold, hard ground punished her shoulder on impact.

She scrambled on all fours and tried to crawl. The barbed wire tightened like a coil. The ache in her leg was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

Exertion wasn’t good. Could she unwrap the mangled wire? Could she free herself? Could she catch up?

Panic pounded her chest. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

The hooves came closer. Had the men sent company? Had her screaming backfired, pinpointing her location?

Autumn foliage blanketed the ground, making it difficult to see if there was anything useful to use against another attacker. She could hide. But where?

The sounds of hooves pounding the unforgiving earth slowed. Near. She swallowed a sob. He could do whatever he wanted to her while she was trapped. Why had she made all that noise?

She fanned her hands across the ground. Was there anything she could use as a weapon? The best one encased her leg, causing a slow bleed. She needed to think. Come up with a plan. Could she use a sharp branch?

Biting back the pain, she scooted behind a tree and palmed a splintered stick.

The thunderous drumming came to a stop. The horse’s labored breath broke through the quiet.

An imposing figure dismounted, muttering a curse. His low rumble of a voice sent chills up her neck.

Her pulse raced.

His boots firmly planted on the ground, Katherine got a good look at him. He was nothing like her attackers. They’d worn dark suits and sunglasses when they’d ambushed her and Noah. Everything about this man was different.

He wore jeans, a button-down shirt and a black cowboy hat. He had broad shoulders and lean hips. At his full height, he had to be at least six foot two, maybe more.

A man who looked genuine and strong like him couldn’t be there for the wrong reasons, could he? Still, who could she trust? Couldn’t murderers be magnetic?

“What in hell is going on?” A shiver raced up her spine as he followed the line of blood that would lead him right to her.

He took a menacing step toward her. Friend or enemy, she was about to come face-to-face with him.

Katherine said a silent protection prayer.

Her equilibrium was off. Her head light. She closed her fingers around the tree trunk tighter. Could she hold on long enough to make her move?

A dimpled chin on a carved-from-granite face leaned toward her. Brown eyes stared at her. She faltered.

Nope. Not a hallucination. This cowboy was real, and she was getting weak. Her vision blurred. She had to act fast.

With a final push, Katherine stepped forward. Her knees buckled and she stumbled.

* * *

I
N
ONE
QUICK
motion Caleb Snow seized the stick being jabbed at his ribs and pinned the woman to the ground.

She was gorgeous in her lacy white shirt. Her sea-green skirt hiked up her thigh far enough to reveal a peek of her panties. Pale blue. He swallowed hard. Tried not to think about his favorite color caressing her sweet little bottom as he wrestled to keep her from stabbing him. The rest of her was golden skin and long legs. She had just enough curves to make her feel like a real woman, sensual and soft. “What’s wrong with you?”

The tangle of chestnut hair and limbs didn’t speak.

Was she afraid? Of him? Hell no. He took the stick and tossed it. She kicked and punched.

“Hold still. I’m trying to help.”

“No. You’re not.”

“I will as soon as I’m sure you won’t try to poke me with that stick.”

He’d turned his horse the moment he’d heard the screams that sounded half wild banshee, half horror-film victim expecting to help, not be attacked.

“You’re hurting me,” she yelped.

The tremor in her voice sliced through his frustration. Her admission tore through him. The thought he added to her pain hit him hard. “Stop trying to slap me, and I’ll get up.”

Her lips trembled. She looked at him—all big fearful eyes and cherry lips—and his heart squeezed.

Those violet eyes stared up at him, sending a painful recollection splintering through his chest. She had the same look of terror his mother always had right before his father’d raised a hand to her. Caleb buried the memory before it could take hold.

“Listen to me. I’m not going to hurt you.” Her almond-shaped face, olive skin and soft features stirred an inappropriate sexual reaction. Skin-to-skin contact was a bad idea. He shifted more of his weight onto his bent knee.

Her breaths came out in short gasps. “Then let me go. I have to find him before they get away.”

“As soon as I know you’re not gonna do something stupid, I will. You’re not going anywhere until I get this off your leg. You want to tell me what the hell’s going on? Who’s getting away?” Her actions were that of a wounded animal, not a crazed murderer. He eased more weight off her, scanning her for other injuries.

She recoiled. “Who are you?”

“Caleb Snow and this is my ranch.” He picked up the wire to untangle her. Her pained cry pierced right through him. “Sorry about that.” He eased the cable down carefully. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She’d seriously tangled her long, silky leg in barbed wire. She’d lost a lot of blood. He couldn’t have her going into shock. “The more you fight, the worse it’ll get. You’ve done a number on yourself already.”

Her eyelids fluttered.

Based on her pallor, she could lose consciousness if she didn’t hold still. He stood and muttered a curse.

Her wild eyes looked up at him, pleading. “Some men took my nephew. I don’t know who. They went that way.” She motioned toward the McGrath ranch. Her voice cracked and he could see she was struggling not to cry. Tears fell anyway.

“The wire has to come off first. Then we’ll take a look. Don’t watch me. It’ll only hurt worse. Tell me your name.” A stab of guilt pierced him at the pain he was about to cause. The weight of her body had impaled the rusty steel barbs deep into her flesh.

Her head tilted back as she winced. She gasped but didn’t scream, her eyes still radiating distrust.

“Hold on. I have something that can help.” He pulled wire cutters and antibiotic wipes from his saddlebag. He tied a handkerchief below her knee to stem the bleeding.

“Promise you won’t leave me here?”

“Now why would I do that?” One by one, he pulled the barbs out of her skin, giving her time to breathe in between. “Tell me more about the men.”

“They. Were. Big.” The words came through quick bursts of breath.

He pulled the last barb and stuck his hand out, offering a help up.

Hers felt soft and small. A jolt of electricity shot up Caleb’s arm. Normally he’d enjoy feeling a sexual spark. This wasn’t the time or place.

“I need to go that way.” She pointed north, grasping at the tree.

“You’re hurt. On my property, that means you don’t go anywhere until I know you’re okay. Besides, you still haven’t told me why you’re out here to begin with.”

“Where is here?” she asked, dodging his question.

“The TorJake Ranch.” How did she not know where she was? A dozen scenarios came to mind. None he liked. He took a step toward her. She was too weak to put up a fight. He wrapped his arm around her waist for support. “You aren’t going anywhere like this. Start talking and I might be able to help. I have medical supplies at the house. But you’ll explain why you’re on my land or I’ll call the sheriff. We clear?”

“Please. Don’t. I’ll tell you everything.” He’d struck a nerve.

He should call Sheriff Coleman. No good ever came from a woman caught in a situation like this. But something about her made Caleb wait.

“My name is Katherine Harper. I took my nephew to a pumpkin patch.” She glanced around. “I’m not sure which way.”

“The Reynolds’ place.” Was it the fear in her eyes, or the tremble to her lips that hit him somewhere deep? He didn’t care. He was intrigued.

“Sounds right. Anyway, two men in suits came from nowhere and grabbed us. They dragged us through the woods...here...until I got caught up. Then...”

Tears streaked her cheeks. “They took off with him.”

The barbed wire had been cut. The McGrath ranch was on the other side of the fence. He’d have to ask about that. Of course, he preferred to deal with creatures of the four-legged variety or something with a motor.

“We’ll figure this out.”

Caleb assessed her carefully.

Her vulnerable state had his instincts sounding alarm bells.

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