“He'd seen her pale skin, glowing like a ripe peach in the flickering light of the kerosene lamps, and the sight had left him with a bad case of the horn colic.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“How could he convince her to join him and hitch her buggy to a star when she was bound and determined to hitch it… — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“This time he jerked the appendage from her soft lap and tucked it under his leg, Indian fashion.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“I have plans for my life and they don't include taking time out to break my back busting virgin sod with a flimsy plow.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“There's a big ruckus under way down at the Rusty Plug. The miners are really tearin' the bone out.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“Don't you ever save me again. Do you hear me, you hotheaded little incendiary? Don't help me, rescue me, offer me succor, or do… — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“But best of all ... was the satisfaction of having once again saved the bacon.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“He snorted and his long face informed her he was still as grumpy as a woodpecker with a headache.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“Just thinking about January being in that shack all alone made him swell up fit to bust his britches.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“Had he forgotten all that had transpired between them in that other hidey-hole?” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
“Abruptly, he wheeled Shadow into a full turn, stopped, and yanked his rifle out of the sheath on his saddle.” — Joanna Jordan Copy Share Image
