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RELEASE DAY! WIND RIVER LAWMAN by Lindsay McKenna

August 28, 2018

WIND RIVER LAWMAN by Lindsay McKenna
Book 6
Wind River Valley Series


The new novel from the bestselling author of Lone Rider.

Sometimes the war comes to you . . .

After serving as a Navy medic, Dawson Callahan is back in the States and ready to start over. Leaving his native Texas, he heads for the wide open spaces of Wyoming, where he finds work as a wrangler. True, he’ll mainly be wrangling chickens—and wrangling Sarah Carter’s granny, who’s still spry, but in need of a little caregiving. But ranch work is ranch work, and it’s hard to turn down a job offer from the beautiful Sheriff Carter—especially when she deputizes him as one of her lawmen.

Sarah loves her grandmother, but with her law enforcement career keeping her busy, they could both use some help from a strong, steady man. And policing Lincoln County has only gotten tougher since a merciless drug lord arrived in the area. When Sarah takes a bullet on the job, it’s Dawson who comes to her rescue—and though they both thought they left war behind in Afghanistan, they’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s theirs, even if it means facing down traumas they’ve buried for years. Because love isn’t for the faint of heart . . .

EXCERPT

June 2
Sarah’s eyes widened. There on her personal computer the next morning, was a resume for the ad she’d placed! She quickly scanned the email.

‘My name is Dawson Callaway. Enclosed is my resume’ for your job.’

She sat at her office chair in her own small home that was a block from the courthouse building where the Sheriff’s department was located. It was seven a.m. and she was due to go to work at eight a.m. The only thing good about being the sheriff is that she wasn’t on a shift schedule, which she hated, but had done for too many years earlier. Trying to quell her excitement, she opened up the file that said: RESUME’ on it.

Leaning down, looking at her Apple McIntosh laptop screen, she watched the resume’ open up. As she rapidly scanned it, her heart beat a little harder in her chest. This man was a Texas born ranch wrangler, thirty years old, single and had been in the US Navy as a combat corpsman for over ten years before his enlistment was up.

What were the chances? Sarah let out a soft sigh escape from between her lips, staring at the resume’, reading it again. Making sure she didn’t miss anything. This sounded too good to be true. Was it? In her business as Sheriff, she saw the dregs and the worst of society. Not the best. Without thinking, she touched the screen with her fingertips. Dawson Callaway sounded perfect for the job but she cautioned herself. First, when she got to work she’d run a thorough research on him via law enforcement channels. There was no way she wanted a felon or someone with a bad teen background, working with her dearly beloved grandmother. No way. That was first. Next, after ruthlessly researching his background for law breaking issues, Sarah would contact a friend she had at the Pentagon. He would get her the man’s DD-214 and that would fill in another huge blank about his entire military service, what kind of discharge he got, and if he had any issues within that time frame. People lied all the time. Or they told half truths or half lies, thinking it was all right. And it wasn’t. She wanted to know everything about this Texan (if indeed he had been born in Amarillo, Texas) before setting up a meeting with him to pursue the possibility of being hired as Gertie’s assistant.

She wished she had a photo of him. So, she ran a Google search on him and came up with nothing. That was strange. Most people nowadays had a social media account, and he had no Facebook page, not Twitter account…no…nothing. That raised a red flag up to a point. He was a US Navy medic, a combat trained one, assigned to a Marine Corps company. She was intimately familiar with the Corps because she’d joined at age 18 and left at age 22, but not before serving over in Afghanistan in Helmund Province, one of the most dangerous areas to have a deployment. Yes, every squad in a company had a Navy combat corpsman assigned to them. So that part fit and was accurate.

Sitting back, she wiped her face with her hands, feeling the weight and stress on her shoulders. Funny how she could let the stress in her Sheriff’s side slide off and it was much less troublesome, than family stress. Family was personal as it got and Sarah understood why it was taking a toll on her. She dearly loved Gertie. And she wanted to protect her and find someone who was damn near an angel in quality, mentality and very compassionate, to aid her. And she knew just how long the odds were of finding a man like that.

Her mind canted to the past, to the Navy corpsman in their squad. He was kind, quiet and listened a lot, but didn’t say much. Most of the ones she’d met in those years in the Corps, were all like that. They were someone you’d want at your side if you were bleeding out, knowing you were going to die. There was a streak of compassion in them, a humanity, that Sarah rarely found in anyone but the medical first responder world whether an EMT, paramedic or combat corpsman. There was no question that those in the medical service field were a certain personality type. She hoped with all her heart that Callaway possessed that same kind of personality, but she’d only find out if he passed the first series of rigorous searches. What did he look like? She was dying to find out because she had a knack for reading faces.

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