Oklahoma Bride. Carol Finch

Oklahoma Bride - Carol Finch


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      “You are under arrest,”

      he muttered as he grabbed her elbow and frog-marched her ashore. “What’s your name, woman?”

      She tilted her chin defiantly, clamped her mouth shut and glowered at him as he dragged her alongside him.

      “Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked.

      “In places I’m sure you’ve never been, General,” she said impudently.

      “Obviously. Where I come from ladies don’t brawl. I have already determined—the hard way—that you’re no lady. Furthermore, I’m not a general. I’m the commandant at Fort Reno. Major Rafe Hunter.”

      She twisted to flash him a smirk. “You’re from back East, right? Uppity accent. Imperious demeanor. Wealth and pedigree, no doubt. Don’t you have better things to do than sneak around, assaulting defenseless women?”

      “Defenseless?” he hooted. “I can think of a dozen adjectives to describe you, but defenseless isn’t on the list!”

      Praise for Carol Finch

      “Carol Finch is known for her lightning-fast,

       roller-coaster-ride adventure romances that are

       brimming over with a large cast of characters

       and dozens of perilous escapades.”

      —Romantic Times

      Praise for previous titles

      Bounty Hunter’s Bride

      “Longtime Carol Finch fans…

       will be more than satisfied.”

      —Romantic Times

      Call of the White Wolf

      “The wholesome goodness of the characters…

       will touch your heart and soul.”

      —Rendezvous

      “A love story that aims straight for the heart

       and never misses.”

      —Romantic Times

      Oklahoma Bride

      Carol Finch

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      This book is dedicated to my husband, Ed,

       and our children, Jill, Jon, Christie, Jeff, Kurt

       and Shawnna. And to our grandchildren, Blake, Livia,

       Brooklynn and Kennedy. Hugs and kisses!

      A special thank you to my editor, Kim Nadelson.

       It is a pleasure to be working with you!

      Contents

      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 One

      Indian Territory

       April, 1889

       R afe Hunter lifted his hand to bring his patrol of soldiers to a halt. His roan gelding, Sergeant, shifted impatiently beneath him, anxious to return to Fort Reno and the anticipated bucket of grain in his stall. Rafe panned the rolling plains that stood knee-high in waving grass then glanced toward the tree-lined creek that meandered southeast.

      It was hard to imagine that in a couple of weeks this peaceful countryside would be the site of the nation’s first Land Run. He had the unenviable task of guarding the western boundary to the two million acres of free land. It was his responsibility to insure would-be settlers didn’t jump the gun and sneak in to stake their claims prematurely.

      In addition, it was his duty to keep a watchful eye on the Cheyenne-Arapaho reservation near the garrison. The extra obligation of gathering up trespassers demanded long days and stretched his company of soldiers to the limits.

      When Rafe glanced over his shoulder, his longtime friend—and second in command—lifted a questioning brow. “A problem, Commander?”

      “No, just taking time to appreciate the peaceful moment before all hell breaks loose,” Rafe replied.

      Micah Whitfield grinned wryly. “By the end of the month, I wonder if any of us will recall what peaceful feels like.”

      Rafe stared past Micah to focus on the five prisoners the patrol had flushed from the nearby creeks. The Sooners—as the army referred to the illegal squatters—had set up camp inside the territory, hoping to claim prime property before thousands of anxious settlers could make the Run. After three weeks of relentless patrolling, Rafe and his company of men had a stockade crammed full of Sooners who refused to follow the rules.

      To Rafe Hunter a rule was a rule was a rule. Those who broke the rules paid the consequences.

      Rafe’s attention shifted southeast when he picked up a familiar scent in the evening breeze. Micah must have recognized the scent, too, for he followed Rafe’s searching gaze.

      “There’s more Sooners hunkering down out there,” Micah said quietly.

      Rafe scowled. “There’s always more Sooners scuttling around out there. You capture five and there’s another five waiting to take their place. At the rate we’re going we’ll have to build another stockade to house them all.”

      “If you want to make another sweep of the area to determine who started the campfire I’ll go with you,” Micah volunteered.

      “No, you take the prisoners back to the fort,” Rafe requested. “I’ll reconnoiter the area alone.”

      While Micah led the patrol back to the fort Rafe reined his reluctant mount toward the tree-choked creek. Although he was tired and hungry, he was determined to rout out another nest of Sooners. By damned, this unprecedented Land Run was going to be fair for all participants—at least if he had anything to say about it.

      Rafe dismounted and left


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