RELEASE DAY!!! Today, Wrangler is available to one and all in paperback, ebook and audio! I hope you enjoy the last excerpt from the book!
Lindsay McKenna: If you’ve ever been stalked (and I have), it’s a terrible, 24 hour a day feeling of being hunted by an invisible hunter who wants to hurt you. I used that experience in this book and Shiloh’s reactions to her stalker, are from my own life laid over hers.
SCENE SET UP:
Shiloh Gallagher, an Easterner, a ‘tenderfoot,’ has been at the Wind River Ranch in Wyoming for almost 2 weeks. Roan Taggart, wrangler and her ‘babysitter,’ is riding with her. He and his men are taking a large herd of buffalo and herding them into a new area to graze. Shiloh has second thoughts about riding into the pasture at all…
Here is an exclusive excerpt:
“Shiloh was looking at all the brown humped buffalo cows and their frolicking calves. It looked bucholic. But the animals were huge! She saw about half a mile away on the opposite side of the pasture, two wranglers opening up the large gate to allow the mothers and calves to come through to the lush, green area. She saw Roan pick up his radio and talk to the other wranglers. Seesawing between staying outside the gate and following Roan in, she saw him finish off his chat with the wranglers.
Stuffing the radio into his saddlebags, Roan looked up at Shiloh. “Well?”
He grinned. “Yes, you are.”
Making a face, Shiloh admitted, “I don’t want you to think I’m a weenie.”
Chuckling, Roan lifted his hat and moved his gloved fingers through his hair. “I would never think that of you, Shiloh.” He came over and rested his hand against the rear of her saddle, looking up into her indecisive features.
“I’ll respect you no matter what you decide. Okay?”
Grimacing, she muttered, “I’m going in with you.” Looking around, anger tinging her voice, she added, “I’m tired of feeling scared all the time, Roan. If I was back in New York City, I’d be sitting imprisoned in my apartment, feeling like a convict behind bars because somewhere out there, a man wants to hurt me and I don’t know who it is.”
His heart wrenched. Roan eased his hand down her arm and caught her gloved fingers. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. All right?”
She tucked her lower lip between her teeth, squeezing his hand in return. “I’m just tired of being scared, Roan.”
“I know, Darlin’. But if you decide to come in, do it for yourself. Okay?”
Roan was right, she realized. “Yes,” she muttered, releasing his hand even though she didn’t want too. Just the intimacy Roan had automatically established with her, calmed her, helped her sort out what was really going on. “They’re just big, is all.