Night Stalker
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Jason Hargrove held the bridle and spoke in soothing tones to the big roan. When he’d taken ownership of the Double Pine Ranch, he’d discovered several wild horses living on the land. For the past six months he’d been doing everything he could to care for the animals. This beautiful girl was learning to trust him and had even followed him into the corral.
A dog bark. The sound echoing on the breeze.
The horse reared up on her hind legs, clearly spooked.
“Whoa there, girl.” Jason backed away. The horse, he’d yet to name her, took off for the far end of the fenced pasture.
The hairs on the back of Jason’s neck sent an alert through his system. His hand automatically went to his side but he wasn’t carrying. Hadn’t been since he left the Dallas police force.
Gritting his teeth in agitation, he turned and found himself facing a petite pixie standing on the other side of the fence. She wore the brown uniform of the Dill Sheriff’s Department. Beside the woman sat a compact little red-and-white dog with big brown eyes and a brown nose.
“Hands in the air,” the pixie of a deputy shouted in a raspy voice that shimmied down his spine and made his toes curl.
Only then did he notice the gun held steady in her hands, aimed at his heart.
What part of his past had caught up with him now?
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ISBN-13: 9781488087806
Night Stalker
Copyright © 2018 by Shirlee McCoy
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