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Rough-and-tumble rodeo cowboy Brody Creed likes life on a move. Until a possibility confront with his long-estranged twin hermit brings him "home" for a initial time in years. Suddenly Brody is in Creed territory—at thirty-three, he's a nervous bad child among family with low ties to a land and any other. And a tip past haunts him as he tries to make skeleton for his future.

Carolyn Simmons is looking for Mr. Right in Lonesome Bend, as a ticktock of her biological time gets ever louder. Then she falls for pleasing Brody Creed, a con flicting of all she wants. Until lassoing his furious heart becomes all both of them need.

Product Details

Amazon Sales Rank: #1385135 in Books
Published on: 2011-09
Format: Large Print
Original language: English
Number of items: 1
Dimensions: 1.35" h x 5.87" w x 8.47" l, 1.38 pounds
Binding: Hardcover
446 pages

Editorial Reviews

Lonesome Bend, Colorado

Ranching, Brody Creed thought, changeable in a saddle as he surveyed a sprawling operation land from a high ridge. It can mend a damaged heart, this life, and afterwards mangle it all over again, in a million and one opposite ways and twice that many pieces.

There were copiousness of perils. Cattle carnivorous or froze to genocide when a tough winter came around, that averaged once a year adult there in a high country. Spring calves and colts fell chase to wolves and coyotes and infrequently bears, inspired after hibernating by a coldest months.

It was now May, and all was well, yet come summertime, wells competence dry adult for miss of rain, and spin a weed to tinder, prepared to glow adult during a smallest spark. He'd seen wildfires devour hundreds of acres in a matter of hours, herds and houses and barns wiped out.

Year round, good horses went sore and pickup trucks gave adult a ghost, and each so often, somebody drowned in a stream or one of a lakes.

On a other hand, Brody reflected, a beauty of that land could heal, take a male by surprise, even yet he'd called a place home all his life. That day, for instance, a sky was so blue it done Brody's heart ache, and a aspens, cottonwoods and pines backing a landscape were shimmering splashes of green, a thousand hues of it, trimming from dulce t to near-indigo. The stream wound like a badge by a valley, transparent as cerulean glass.

After a few moments, Brody practiced his shawl and sighed before giving a gelding a light poke with a heels of his boots. The buckskin, long-legged with a black locks and tail, picked his approach carefully down a high slope that led to a water's edge.

Behind them and a hundred yards over along a riverbank, in a westerly direction, hammers clacked and energy saws screeched, and Brody glanced back, pleased, as always, to see a steel-and-lumber skeletons of his residence and stable rising.

Not so prolonged ago, there had been a campground and RV park on a site, owned by Tricia McCall, now his sister-in-law and therefore a Creed. The cruise tables and a petrify glow pits were gone, along with a open showers and electrical hookups for trailers. Only a record building that had once served as a bureau remained; Brody had been baching in it given final Thanksgiving, when he'd changed o ut of a categorical plantation house.

The assent between him and twin brother, Conner, could be a frail one during times, and they both benefited by a small distance.

Now, prepared to get moving, Brody clucked his tongue and gave a gelding, Moonshine, another daub with his heels.

"Come on, now," he told a buckskin, his tinge reasonable. "The water's shoal here, and it's genuine calm. If we're going to be operative stock on both sides of this river, afterwards you've got to learn how to cranky it."

Moonshine, recently acquired during an auction in Denver, was young, and Brody hadn't had a possibility to steer him in a ways of a cow pony.

No time like a present, he figured.

Brody was about to get down out of a saddle and lead a equine into a water, that lapped kindly during a tough seaside that used to be a swimming beach, behind when a River's Bend Campground was a going concern, when Moonshine unexpected motionless he was peaceful to get soppy after all.

He plu nged into a water, adult to his chest, creation a clever dash in a process. Brody, retaining a tub of that equine tough between his knees, only to stay in a saddle, laughed out shrill before giving a whoop of pristine delight.

His boots filled, and within moments his jeans were dripping to a tops of his thighs, yet he didn't care. Moonshine swam that stream like he had Olympic aspirations, his absolute legs pumping, his conduct high and his ears pricked up.

"Good boy," Brody told a horse, with plain-spoken appreciation. "You're doing only fine."

Reaching a other side, Moonshine bunched his haunches for a bid and bunny-hopped adult a steepest partial of a bank, H2O pouring off him in sheets. Once he'd gained turn ground, a animal shook himself like a dog and Brody laughed again, for no other reason than that life was good.

He was home.

And, for a many part, he was happy to be there. Drenched, he got down from a saddle to lift off his boots, dull them and wrench them behind on over his humid socks. When he got to a categorical house, he'd barter his soppy dress for dry ones from Conner's closet.

Having an matching twin hermit had a advantages, and one of them was entrance to a whole other wardrobe.

There'd been a time when Conner would have groused about Brody's focussed to steal his stuff, yet final New Year's Eve, Brody's "little brother," innate a integrate of mins after he was, had taken a wife. Conner was happy with Tricia, and these days it took some-more than a blank shirt or span of jeans to get underneath his hide.

They were on a incessant honeymoon, Conner and Tricia, and now, with a baby due in 3 months, they glowed, a both of them, as if they were illuminated from within.

Brody mounted adult again and reined Moonshine toward a home-place, feeling a reduction of things as he deliberate his twin's good fortune.

Sure, he was blissful things were operative out so good for Conner, yet he was a small envious, too.

Not that he'd have certified it to anybody.

Tricia was beautiful, intelligent and funny, and she'd taken to plantation life with startling ease, for a city girl. Essentially a greenhorn, she'd left horseback roving roughly each day given a wedding, when a continue allowed, anyway—until her pregnancy was confirmed. Then Conner had put a stop to a pursuit.

No some-more route rides until after a baby's arrival.

Period, finish of discussion.

Brody grinned, recalling how austere his hermit had been. For a many part, a matrimony seemed to be an equal partnership, yet this time, Conner had laid down a law. And Tricia, routinely a eccentric type, had capitulated.

That was only common sense, to Brody's mind, yet a lot of nation women continued to float when they were awaiting a baby, herding cattle, rounding adult strays, checking blockade lines. Conner's clever antithesis was a no-brainer—Rachel Creed, Conner and Brody's mother, had continued to enter barrel-racing events prolonged after she schooled she was carrying twins. There hadn't been a specific incident, yet shortly after giving birth to Brody and Conner, Rachel's health had begun to go downhill.

She'd died when her tot sons were reduction than a month old.

Blue Creed, their father, hadn't lasted many longer. Overwhelmed by a responsibility, he'd brought a babies home to a ranch, right around their initial birthday, and handed them over to his brother, Davis, and Davis's wife, Kim. Soon afterward, Blue himself had been thrown from a equine and damaged his neck. He'd been in a coma for 6 weeks, and afterwards died.

Now, channel a operation between a stream and a two-story residence Conner and Tricia had been pity given they got hitched, a weed rippling around him like a immature sea, Brody did his best to omit a clammy chill of soppy denim sticking to his legs—and a old, entrenched grief secure in his soul. He did take some satisfaction from saying a cattle extendin g all around, many of them Herefords, with a few Black Anguses to mangle a red-brown monotony. Two dozen broncos, specifically bred for a rodeo, and 6 Brahma bulls finished a menagerie.

Clint and Juan and a integrate of a other plantation hands wove in and out among a opposite critters on horseback, especially gripping a peace. Brody overwhelmed his hat-brim to a other group as he passed, and those who were looking his approach returned a favor.

By then, Moonshine was restless, perplexing to work a bit between his teeth, so Brody gave him his head. That cayuse competence be changeable when it came to channel rivers, yet he certain did like to run.

Brody focussed low over a buckskin's neck, holding his shawl in place with one palm and gripping a lax reason on a reins with a other.

And that equine ate adult belligerent like a jet taxiing along a runway before takeoff.

Brody was enjoying a float so many that a corral blockade sprang adult in front of them as unexpecte d as a line of sorcery beanstalks.

Moonshine soared over that tip rail as if he'd sprouted wings, most stretched out flat, and came in for a pretentious alighting about one feet brief of a place where Conner stood, looking like he'd had rusty nails for breakfast instead of bacon and eggs.

Brody gazed down into a face so like his possess that a steer of it even took him aback sometimes, and he was used to being flattering many an accurate transcribe of his brother.

Conner was searching adult during him, by swirls of settling dust, and he looked as yet he'd like to squeeze reason of Brody, transport him off that equine and kick a holy bejesus out of him. So many for celebrity improvements ensuing from married bliss!

"Oops," Brody pronounced cheerfully, since he knew that would piss off Conner and he still enjoyed doing that now and again, even yet they'd been removing along good for a important length of time. "Sorry."

He swung down and faced Conner, who was f rozen with annoyance, his shoulders squared, his fists clenched and his opinion contentious.

"Damn it, Brody," he growled, "am we carrying one of my invisible days, or are we going blind? You damn nearby ran me down, and it'll take me a improved partial of a morning to get this mare palliate adequate to work with again!"

Prior to a leap, Brody hadn't beheld his hermit or the pinto mare, now nickering and tossing her conduct over on a distant side of a corral, yet he didn't consider it would be intelligent to contend as much. Instead, he motionless to come from a place of helpfulness.

"You starting horses yourself these days, instead of vouchsafing one of a wranglers do it?" he asked, tortuous to collect adult a lightweight saddle a mare contingency have tossed when he and Moonshine came over a fence.

Conner grabbed a saddle and jerked it ou...