“When the bullhorn signaled that he'd met the qualifying time,he struggled to gather his wits,waiting until Devil was right alongside the gate before he freed his hand,cutting himself loose. He flew through the air and over the corral fence,landing in… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“If you wouldn't mind driving my truck across the tarmac,I'd like to unload the medical supplies and deliver them to the clinic on the… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“In a hurry to escape he let himself out of the house and walked to the truck. Before he could climb inside Marilee raced… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“Marilee lay perfectly still,waiting for her world to settle.She had to fight the unreasonable urge to weep. Wyatt's face was pressed to the hollow… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“Hey." Jesse leaned on a rail to watch as Wyatt bent to his task. "When did you get back?" Wyatt barely paused. "Not sure.… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“It's hard to imagine you working as a waitress in some college-town bar, Aunt Cora. Were you wearing Coot's overalls back then?" The older… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“But you're going to do what the doctor ordered." "And if I don't?" He gave her one of those dangerous, heart-stopping grins. "I'm thinking,… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“You've got good taste,honey." Daffy winked. "In food and in men." As Daffy walked away, Marilee chuckled. "You realize," she said as she lifted… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“And that unfortunate loss? Was that really an accident,or did you lose deliberately so I wouldn't have to pay the bill?" He shrugged. "My… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“Is that a plane?" Marilee awoke with a start,surprised to find the sun already high. Wyatt shaded the sun from his eyes to scan… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“In case you haven't noticed,rodeos are a serious business.Careless cowboys tend to break bones,or even their skulls,as hard as that may be to believe."… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
“Emergency One.What's the problem?" "It's my heart." The familiar deep voice had her pausing mid-stride. "Wyatt?" "Yeah.I meant to ask you to call me… — R.C. Ryan Copy Share Image
