Lawfully Loved (Texas Lawkeeper Romance) Read online

  Lawfully Loved

  A Texas Lawkeeper Romance

  Contents

  Copyright

  Introduction to The Lawkeepers Series

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  It’s not quite the end!

  Preview – Next Books in Series

  About the Author

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  Also By Jenna Brandt

  Acknowledgments

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Locale and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, or actual locations is purely coincidental. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the author, exception the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email [email protected].

  Text copyright © Jenna Brandt 2018.

  The Lawkeepers Series © Jenna Brandt, Lorana Hoopes, Annie Boone and Kate Cambridge 2018.

  Cover design by Josephine Blake with photo copyright by Period Images and 123rf.com

  Introduction to The Lawkeepers Series

  There’s just something fascinating about a man wearing an emblem of authority. The way the light gleams off that shiny star on his badge makes us stare with respect. Couple that with a uniform hugging his body in just the right way, confidence, and mission to save and protect, it’s no wonder we want to know what lies underneath.

  Yes, what echoes deep inside those beating hearts is inspiring. Certainly appealing. Definitely enticing. Although those ripped muscles and strong shoulders can make a woman’s heart skip a beat—or two—it takes a strong, confident person to choose to love someone who risks it all every day. Anyone willing to become part of a lawkeeper’s world might have a story of their own to tell.

  The undeniable charisma lawmen possess make all of us pause and take note. It’s probably why there are so many movies and TV shows themed around the justice system. We’re enthralled by their ability to save babies, help strangers, and rescue damsels in distress. We’re captivated by their ability to protect and save, defend the innocent, risk their lives, and face danger without hesitation. Of course, we expect our heroes to stay solid when we’re in a mess. We count on them for safety, security, and peace of mind. From yesterday to today, that truth remains constant.

  Their valor inspires us, their integrity comforts, and their courage melts our hearts—irresistibly. But there’s far more to them than their courageous efforts. How do they deal with the difficulties they face? Can they balance work and life? And how do they find time for love outside their life of service?

  We want to invite you on a journey—come with us as we explore the complex lives of the men and women who serve and protect us every day. Join us in a fast-paced world of adventure. Walk into our tight-knit world of close friendships, extended family, and danger—as our super heroes navigate the most treacherous path of all—the road to love.

  The Lawkeepers. Historical and modern-day super heroes; men and women of bravery and valor, taking love and law seriously. A multi-author series, sure to lock up your attention and take your heart into custody.

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  The Lawkeepers is a multi-author series alternating between historical westerns and contemporary westerns featuring law enforcement heroes that span multiple agencies and generations. Join bestselling authors Annie Boone, Jenna Brandt, Kate Cambridge and Lorana Hoopes as they weave captivating, sweet stories of romance and suspense between the lawkeepers — and the women who love them.

  The Lawkeepers is a world like no other; a world where lawkeepers and heroes are honored with unforgettable stories, characters, and love.

  ** Note: Each book in The Lawkeepers series is a standalone book, a mini-series of sorts, and you can read them in any order.

  Dedicated to

  my husband, Dustin, Badge #5654,

  who inspired me to create this series.

  You’re not only my heart and soul,

  but my own personal lawkeeper.

  One

  Late Spring of 1887

  Outskirts of Abilene, Texas

  The sun was stretched low across the late-day sky as Deputy Sheriff Jake Bolton pushed his horse through the prairie flats. A herd of Texas longhorns grazed on the thick fields of golden grass along the road as Jake galloped past the livestock.

  He heard the screeching sound of a bird above, causing him to raise his hand over his brow to scan the horizon for the creature. Just as he located the white-tailed hawk, it swooped down and snatched up a small creature from the ground. Such was the cycle of life in the rural Texas countryside.

  In his head, Jake went over the details of the investigation he was working on which brought him to the outlying small towns that dotted the northeast corner of Taylor County. The third general store in two weeks had been robbed by the infamous Grimes Brothers.

  Jake was tasked with following up the newest lead after a local stagecoach company out of Woody, Texas telegraphed the sheriff’s office. One of the drivers had seen two men fitting their descriptions on the road between Woody and Rockwood Springs. The brothers were armed and dangerous, and Jake wanted nothing more than to free the county of their threat.

  In the distance, clouds were rolling into sight and the smell of rain was in the air. It wasn’t surprising since sporadic showers were common during this time of year. He needed to get to Woody before the sun set and he got caught in the downpour.

  * * *

  Exhausted from a long day of work, Rebecca Caldwell used the sleeve of her blue calico dress to wipe the sweat from her brow; grateful to be finishing up the last of the outside chores. She still needed to prepare dinner for the family, but at least she would be inside before the rain started.

  After pulling the last shirt from the clothesline, she pushed several blonde curls out of her face which had come loose from her bun while she worked.

  Rebecca made her way around the side of the farmhouse which sat on the same property as the family business—the local livery. As she entered the barn-like structure, she looked around and located her father in front of one of the stalls.

  “Father, I’m done working outside and wanted to let you know dinner will be ready in about an hour.”

  Although brilliant with a horse, Mr. Caldwell often got lost in his thoughts while working with them. He needed constant reminding to finish up his work on time as he often forgot to come in for meals.

  The middle-aged, thin man with peppered brown hair and blue eyes— the same color as Rebecca’s—glanced up from combing down the colt he had been training all day. “Thank you for reminding me. I’ll make sure to not forget this time.”

  With a nod of her head, Rebecca turned around
and moved towards the house. She saw her younger sister, Lydia, run past, and a few moments later, her younger brother, Georgie, chase after, calling, “You better find a good hiding place; I’m gonna find you.”

  Rebecca smiled to herself at the cuteness of her siblings. Lydia was like a miniature version of Rebecca with her curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Being only ten, she still loved dolls and playing games with the local children. Georgie was sandwiched between them at the age of fourteen and was a rascal at heart. He was getting to the age where he was playing less and noticing girls more, but every once in a while, Lydia could still talk him into playing with her.

  As she heard Georgie stomping around the yard looking for Lydia, she reminisced on a time—years ago—when she was able to be carefree like that. She had been forced to grow up quickly when her mother’s condition worsened. Rebecca had to take over running the family home and caring for her siblings. She justified her lost childhood as preparation for married life; it would make her a better candidate for a wife.

  Although not of spinster age at twenty-one, Rebecca knew it was time for her to start considering finding a husband. Life was hard on the Texas prairie and she needed a man to protect her when her father was no longer able to do so. She wanted to marry for love, but the practicality of finding it was not wasted on her. She knew there was a real possibility she might have to settle for a relationship built solitarily on friendship.

  As Rebecca climbed the back steps of the house, she heard her brother and sister laugh with merriment. Apparently, Georgie had found Lydia after all. Rebecca made her way into the kitchen where she pulled out several pots and pans to start the evening meal.

  * * *

  The wind howled in Jake’s ear as it raced along the back of his neck, sending a shiver up his spine. He had hoped to make it to Woody before the onslaught, but the clouds had other ideas. Jake pulled the rim of his hat down to shield his eyes from the frigid rain pelting his body.

  Jake tightened his grip on the reins to his brown and white paint horse, Ginger, as he pulled her to a stop. Up ahead, the rain had washed out part of the road.

  With a heavy sigh, he debated what to do. If he backtracked in order to find a route that bypassed that section of the road, it would delay his arrival in Woody by at least a half day. Should he brave it by trying to cross the muddy area?

  Deciding it would be better to take his chances, Jake prodded Ginger forward, gently pushing his spurs into the horse’s side. Usually an obedient horse, it surprised Jake when she sidestepped and hesitated. Did his horse sense something Jake couldn’t see?

  With a scan of the area, Jake resolved going ahead was still the best option. Jumping down from his horse, he guided Ginger through the murky water. Coaxing her, he said, “Come on, girl, just a little further. I promise you some primo hay and maybe even a sugar cube or two if you get us safely to Woody by nightfall.”

  Reluctantly, the horse complied and started to walk along the road behind Jake. The further they traveled, the deeper the mud got until both of them were finding it difficult to move.

  Just as Jake worried they would become stuck, a lightning bolt came crashing down right in front of them. Neighing in fear, Ginger reared up causing Jake to be knocked down. With a hard thud, he pummeled to the ground, knocking the air from his lungs.

  The mud sloshed around him, pulling his body deep into its thick grasp. Jake blinked once, twice, three times before he tried to sit up from the murky ground. A sharp pain radiated up his abdomen. Recognizing the feeling, he knew the fall had earned him a set of bruised ribs.

  With concerted effort, Jake climbed to his feet. As he turned to find Ginger, his eyes grew round with concern. The horse was whimpering and she wasn’t placing weight on her right leg. Jake moved towards her and gently lifted the leg from the muddy water. There was a huge crack on her hoof as well as a deep gash at the first joint. What could have caused such a horrific injury?

  He placed his hand into the mud. Below the surface, he felt the edge of something rough and hard. Although he couldn’t see it, he was certain it was a large rock, most likely brought down by a mudslide from a nearby hill.

  Jake reached out and took Ginger’s muzzle into his hands. He leaned his face against hers and whispered, “It’s alright, girl. You did the best you could. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”

  With deep regret, Jake contemplated what to do. When a horse broke its leg, there was only one thing to do, but he hoped it wasn’t the case.

  He tried to swallow the lump of pain in his throat. Ginger was the last connection to his past; a gift from his wife, Marjorie, during their final Christmas together. She had saved up money to purchase the horse for two years, washing laundry at the Abilene Inn.

  Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the air for just a moment. Not far off in the distance, Jake saw the flickering gas lights of a small town. Maybe Ginger could make it to Rockwood Springs—which was closer than Woody—if he helped her stay off the leg.

  As he ran his hand through his hair, he sighed. With a heavy heart, he removed the saddle and attached bag from Ginger to make her load lighter. With determined resolve, he started the walk to Rockwood Springs with Ginger beside him.

  Two

  Rebecca was working in the kitchen on dinner when she heard a commotion from down the hall. The shuffling of feet made her turn in the direction of the noise, finding her mother coming into focus.

  As per usual, the older blonde woman was in a nightgown with only a robe around her and her appearance was disheveled. Her hair was out of place and her eyes were darting around the room in a confused look.

  “What time is it?” her mother asked.

  “It’s almost dinner time, Mother,” Rebecca replied as she walked over to her. “Are you hungry?”

  The woman shook her head. “No, I just wanted you to read to me again. You know how a story is the only thing that makes me feel calm.”

  Rebecca held back the sigh she wanted to release. Her mother had been sick from the time she could remember with an incurable unknown ailment which caused mental fragility. The family did the best they could to keep her content, but the lack of her faculties was felt by the entire Caldwell clan.

  “Why don’t I take you back into your room and have Lydia read to you?” Rebecca offered as she put her arm around her mother’s shoulder. “I need to finish up dinner. I’ll send a plate in when it’s ready.”

  The older woman pulled away and said in a shrill, accusing voice, “But you know you reading to me makes me the happiest.”

  “Mother, I want to read to you, but I have to get this meal finished for the family. How about I read the Bible to you before bed?”

  Reluctantly, the older woman nodded and allowed Rebecca to guide her back to her room.

  A few minutes later, Rebecca was putting the finishing touches on dinner when she heard Georgie yell from the family room, “There’s a man outside.”

  She made her way from the kitchen at the back of the house towards where all the commotion was happening. Her brother was looking through the front window.

  “Get away from there, Georgie,” their father ordered as he walked over to the door and opened it.

  On the other side stood a tall man in a wet duster coat, boots and hat, the latter which he promptly removed. Peeking out from the edge of his coat and on top of his vest was a silver star. He also had a saddle and bag slung over his shoulder.

  The stranger looked up and made eye contact with her father, stating, “Good evening, mister. My name’s Jake Bolton. I’m a deputy sheriff out of Abilene.”

  “What brings you out to these parts, Deputy?”

  “I was making my way to Woody to follow up on a reported sighting of the Grimes brothers when my horse was injured.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “She barely made it here. I saw the sign for the livery and needed to find out how bad the damage is to her leg.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that, D
eputy.” He glanced past him out the door. “Let’s go take a look at your horse’s leg and see what can be done.”

  Several minutes later, the two men entered the house with sullen looks on their faces.

  Rebecca sucked in her breath and held it. The man was not only tall, but carried himself with confidence. He was incredibly striking with shaggy black hair and piercing green eyes. The stranger caught her staring at him, causing her to quickly avert her eyes as a blush creeped across her body.

  Rebecca’s father gestured for the deputy to sit down in the family living room. “As I said outside, your horse is going to need to stay off that leg for at least two weeks in order for the wound and pulled muscle to heal; and even then, she may not be rideable afterward. I’m assuming you’ll be needing a horse in the meantime.”

  “Since Ginger will need to remain here at your livery while she recovers, I will indeed need another horse for the time being. Are there any for sale?” the Deputy asked.

  Mr. Caldwell shook his head. “I’m sorry, Deputy, but we had a settlement party clean us out of all our horses a week ago. They’re due to bring a couple back on Monday though.”

  The deputy’s brows came together in a furrow as he asked, “Do you have a telegraph office? I could send a request over for one of the other deputies to bring me a horse from Abilene.”