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      It was the stranger, the man she’d kissed in the alleyway.

      But he was more than that.

      Kinsey saw the stranger and Sam in profile. Same chin. Same nose. Same black hair.

      They both turned to her. Eyes and mouth. Nearly identical. Sam’s features were soft. The man’s were hard, straight and rugged. This was what her son would grow up to look like.

      Kinsey’s blood ran cold.

      Jared Mason had found her.

      Judith Stacy fell in love with the West while watching TV Westerns as a child in her rural Virginia home—one of the first in the community to have a television. This Wild West setting, with its strong men and resourceful women, remains one of her favourites. Judith is married to her high school sweetheart. They have two daughters and live in Southern California.

       Recent novels by the same author:

      MARRIED BY MIDNIGHT

       MAGGIE AND THE LAW WRITTEN IN THE HEART THREE BRIDES AND A WEDDING DRESS (in Spring Brides anthology)

      THE LAST BRIDE IN TEXAS

       THE HIRED HUSBAND A PLACE TO BELONG (in Stay for Christmas anthology)

      JARED’S RUNAWAY WOMAN

      Judith Stacy

      To David, Judy and Stacy—who else?

      Chapter One

       Colorado, 1887

      Kinsey Templeton watched the passengers file out of the stagecoach at the depot across the street. Horses and wagons passed between them kicking up little swirls of dirt. She squinted her eyes against the bright afternoon sunlight and craned her neck for a better view.

      A husband and wife. Two women and a young boy. A man traveling alone. All tired and dusty, probably hungry, stretching their legs and drawing fresh breaths of the clean air.

      Since arriving in Crystal Springs several months ago, Kinsey watched the arrival of nearly every person who set foot in town. The task had grown more difficult lately. The stage came more frequently now. The railroad had made the town a regular stop on its line, bringing even more new faces. She had her job, too, at the boardinghouse. Kinsey was probably the only person in Crystal Springs who arranged their day to match the stage and train schedules.

      She was probably the only one who needed to.

      With a quick glance around, Kinsey checked to see if any of the merchants she knew on Main Street or her friends going about their business seemed ready to stop and chat. No one did. No one at the stage depot took notice of her either.

      She was all but invisible to everyone arriving in Crystal Springs. Twenty-five years old, her brown hair tucked beneath a bonnet, she wore the same sort of clothing as all the women in town. She looked as if she belonged there.

      No one noticed that she watched the stage passengers, scrutinizing their appearance, their clothes and manners. Even if anyone commented about her odd behavior, Kinsey wouldn’t have changed her ways. She couldn’t. She had no choice.

      Because she knew that still, after all the miles, all the towns and all the these years, someone would come after her.

      How would she recognize him? A family resemblance? Maybe. Maybe not. More likely his clothing. Eastern. Well-cut and expensive. His appearance would be out of place here in the West. He’d have the look of a dandy. A thief.

      A predator.

      Kinsey turned her attention to the husband and wife in front of the depot. The two of them talked for a few minutes before he pointed to the White Dove Café down the street. The couple was passing through, Kinsey decided, and focused on the two women and young boy who were now speaking to the express agent. She dismissed them as quickly, realizing they were, like so many other travelers she’d seen, inquiring about their layover time. She settled her gaze on the man who’d been the last to exit the stage.

      His back was to her as he gazed westward down the street. Tall, wide-shouldered and long-legged. Hours on the cramped stage had surely been difficult for a man his size.

      He wore dark trousers and vest, and a pale blue shirt. His black hat covered most of his equally black hair. A pistol was holstered low on his thigh. He carried a small satchel in his hand.

      The man seemed to fit in, in dress and manner, at least from what she could see from across the street. Yet a unease crept over Kinsey, as if—

      He turned quickly to answer the shotgun rider who’d called to him from atop the stage. Kinsey’s heart rushed into her throat.

      Good gracious, he was handsome. Clean-shaven and carefully groomed despite the long stagecoach trip, yet somehow displaying a rugged air at the same time. Long limbs, stolid, sturdy. He carried an air of confidence, perhaps bordering on arrogance, as he spoke. A man used to being in charge.

      The shotgun rider tossed down a valise and he caught it easily. He was staying in Crystal Springs. Kinsey’s stomach fluttered unexpectedly and her heart thudded harder until—

      “Mama! You’re squeezing me!”

      Kinsey gasped and leaned down to her son, easing her grip on his hand and pulling it up to plant a kiss on his tiny fingers.

      “Mama’s so sorry, Sam,” she said, watching the little frown disappear from his face. “Let’s go into the store. I’ll bet Miss Ida has a treat for you.”

      He darted ahead of her in typical five-year-old fashion, scooting through the open door of the MacAvoy General Store before Kinsey could catch his hand again. She smiled with motherly pride. Sam was a beautiful child, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was a joy. Smart, too. Miss Peyton had allowed him to start school already. The townsfolk had taken to him—and Kinsey—immediately. Crystal Springs felt like home now, despite the short time they’d lived there.

      Kinsey headed into the general store, knowing she’d find Sam sitting on the counter, Ida Burk presenting him with a peppermint stick from one of the glass display jars. But at the doorway she turned back and cast another look at the stage depot. At the man.

      In that instant he turned her way, and for a second their gazes met and held. Kinsey’s breath caught. Her heart started up its thumping again and her stomach gave a quick lurch. He stared right back at her, frozen, as she was, for a few seconds.

      Kinsey came to her senses with a little gasp and dashed into the general store, leaving the stranger staring after her.

      What the hell was he doing.

      Jared Mason gave himself a mental shake, silently admonishing himself for blatantly ogling the woman across the street. True, she was pretty; he could tell that even from a distance. And true, he’d been cooped up on the stage for days—and before that, weeks on the train—and this was the first woman who’d caught his eye, so he guessed he owed it to himself to enjoy the view.

      Yet that wasn’t what he was here for.

      Jared adjusted his grip on his valise and satchel, and headed down the street toward the hotel the shotgun rider had told him about.

      Walking, stretching his legs felt good. Jared kept his pace steady, more interested in looking over the town than getting to the hotel.

      Crystal Springs, Colorado, seemed like a prosperous place. Jared spied stores, restaurants, a bank, a hotel and several other businesses. Men in suits roamed the street alongside cowboys carrying guns on their hips, miners with long beards, women in gingham dresses. The town looked clean, and from the talk he’d heard on the stagecoach, the place was growing.