Kitty Conover was a familiar figure in Misery. Dressed in buckskins, with her yellow curls tucked under a wide-brimmed hat, she'd been known to follow a herd of mustangs for weeks. She felt as comfortable under the stars as she would in her own bed. She knew every odd-shaped rock, every mountain peak, every bend in the trail. As for surprises, she'd learned years ago to expect the unexpected and ride them to their conclusion.
But Bo Chandler was the one surprise Kitty couldn't handle. While nursing the badly wounded Bo, she'd felt the first stirrings of true love - and didn't like it one bit! She might know a thing or two about mustangs, but men were a completely different breed. And she wasn't about to trust her heart to a stranger who could spark her passion as fast as a lightning bolt lights up the sky!
Kitty Conover was a familiar figure in Misery. Dressed in buckskins, with her yellow curls tucked under a wide-brimmed hat, she'd been known to follow a herd of mustangs for weeks. She felt as comfortable under the stars as she would in her own bed. She knew every odd-shaped rock, every mountain peak, every bend in the trail. As for surprises, she'd learned years ago to expect the unexpected and ride them to their conclusion.
But Bo Chandler was the one surprise Kitty couldn't handle. While nursing the badly wounded Bo, she'd felt the first stirrings of true love - and didn't like it one bit! She might know a thing or two about mustangs, but men were a completely different breed. And she wasn't about to trust her heart to a stranger who could spark her passion as fast as a lightning bolt lights up the sky!
