Dear Reader,
Thanks so much for coming back to Wrangler’s Corner with Becca and Nathan’s story. They’ve become two of my favorite characters. Probably because I got to work on this story with my favorite daughter. Okay, my only daughter, but she’s still my favorite. This was truly a very special story for me because we brainstormed it together. When the Killer Voices contest was announced, Lauryn (then fifteen years old) decided she wanted to give it a try. She came up with the characters and wrote the first page to be submitted. Of course I helped her out by telling her what to include in the first page, like a lot of suspense, and she took it from there. She based Becca’s character on her own experience with a fall from a horse and the misery of a sprained back and a concussion. She then added her years of experience riding horses (since she was about four years old) and voilà, had a great heroine for the story. I came up with the hero for the most part, and then she and I brainstormed how the story should unfold. Lauryn then wrote the next two chapters, which I helped her edit, and she went through to the last round of the contest, where she was asked to submit a full manuscript. Well, her schedule was such that there was no way she was going to be able to do it. Exams in May, then a very busy summer with mission trips and so on. So, the story was shelved. About six months or so ago, I asked her if she was ever going to finish the story and she said, “No, probably not, but you can if you want to.”
And so I did. I tweaked it a bit to make it fit the Wrangler’s Corner series, but I felt she deserved her name on the cover due to all the initial hard work she put into it. We hope you love Becca and Nathan’s story as much as we do! Have a blessed Christmas and very happy New Year. May you never run out of books to read!
Much love and blessings,
Lynette
Dear Reader,
This book was originally supposed to be entered into the Killer Voices contest back in 2014. I started working on it at the beach during spring break of my sophomore year of high school because it was too cold and rainy to go out and do anything. I intended to just write and enter the contest for pleasure, but the Lord obviously had other plans. I sent my mom the first chapter, and she encouraged me to keep writing, so I did. Brainstorming with her for the rest of the book was fun because she is so passionate about writing and gets excited about the characters and story line. She’s the most creative person I know (which was annoying in high school when I wanted to stay out late with friends and she was worried I was going to end up kidnapped at gunpoint), but if it wasn’t for her encouragement, the chapters and ideas probably would have wound up being deleted and that would have been the end of it all. I did learn that while writing fiction can be fun, it is also very difficult. Writers have my full admiration and appreciation. And while working on this story with my mother was fun, it looks like I’m going to be transferring my writing to everything that comes with law school. Maybe I’ll write a book again one day, but for now, I’m just so proud to say that I got to work on this project with her (even though she did most of the work). I hope you all enjoyed the story!
God Bless!
Lauryn Eason
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Texas Christmas Defender
by Elizabeth Goddard
ONE
A hand clamped over her mouth, startling Adriana Garcia and muffling her scream. The muzzle of a gun pressed against her forehead. Her throat constricted.
Though she couldn’t see who held the gun to her head, she knew it had to be her drug-lord brother, Rio Garcia, come to extract his revenge.
She couldn’t breathe.
The large hands and muscled arms dragged her back and away from Kiana, the pregnant llama she’d been feeding. Adriana dropped the bucket of grain. Kiana stretched her neck, wanting to spit at the intruder. Llamas were excellent “guard dogs” and Kiana had been subtly signaling that something was wrong for several minutes now, but Adriana had misinterpreted her earlier agitation.
Adriana’s heart lodged in her throat. Her worst nightmare was unfolding this very moment. Her greatest fear had come true—her brother had found her. He would kill her now.
But not before he obtained the information he needed. Then he would show no mercy.
She should have known it would come to this.
I’m not ready to die. Oh, God, help me! Jesucristo, save me!
Even though she’d feared this day would come, and she’d prepared for it in every possible way with the booby traps and a security system, at this moment she realized she hadn’t prepared for it in earnest—from the deepest part of her soul.
Adriana had not prepared to die at her brother’s hand.
But could she beg for his mercy?
She’d had so many dreams, so many plans after her escape from her home in Juarez and the family drug cartel. Now all of those dreams were turning to dust. Why hadn’t she moved much farther away?
It’s too late now.
He forced her into the shadows of the barn, his hand still pressed hard against her mouth. The weapon bit into her temple.
“I’m going to remove my hand. Don’t scream,” he said, keeping his voice low.
His voice...it wasn’t Rio, her brother. But no matter. Rio had sent one of his enforcers...except his trusted lieutenants were all Mexican, and this man hadn’t spoken in Spanish. Didn’t have an accent.
“Did you hear me? I said, don’t scream.” He repeated it in Spanish this time, but he was still missing the expected accent.
She nodded. She lost nothing by agreeing. No one would hear her scream except possibly Inez Ramirez, the older woman from whom Adriana leased the llama ranch she someday hoped to own. But this man wouldn’t be afraid of Inez.
He slowly lowered his hand from her mouth. The weapon remained aimed at her head as the man carefully stepped around her and into view.
Adriana gasped. Even relaxed a little, because she recognized her captor, and it wasn’t Rio or one of his minions.
This man was the Texas Ranger she’d saved two years ago in Mexico. Maybe...maybe today wasn’t her day to die, after all. Thank You, Jesucristo.
“What...what are you doing here?”
“I’m Texas Ranger Brent McCord, and I’m looking for Adriana Garcia.”
“I know who you are.” She could never forget the intensity of his green eyes. “And you know who I am, too. Don’t you remember me?”
“Are you Adriana Garcia?” He repeated the question, his gaze remaining hard, his tension palpable.
The question stung her as she stared down the muzzle of his handgun. He didn’t remember her or what she’d done for him? He’d been a stranger to her when she’d risked her life to save his by distracting one of Rio’s high-level
henchmen. Or hatchet men, as she thought of them.
The guy would have seen the Ranger and would have killed him without hesitation. Not only had she distracted the goon, but she’d concealed the Ranger in her own home until it was safe to lead him away from the danger.
Her palms slicked, even now, at the memory of the risk to her own life. Her brother had learned of her betrayal only a few months ago, and that had sent her on the run, fleeing to Texas. The truth was she’d wanted an out from their family’s horrible, deadly business, though she wasn’t personally involved with her brother’s cartel. She’d lived in fear for far too long, and helping the Ranger had propelled her on a path to freedom, but she still wasn’t completely free. Not yet. Her long-dead American mother would have been relieved Adriana had made it this far out of Rio’s grip. That she had even tried.
Had the Ranger known that she’d been forced to run in fear for her life because she’d aided him? He must know something of her circumstances to even be aware that she was in Texas. Apparently he’d been searching for her. Even more disturbing—he’d found her.
She sagged. “You don’t remember.”
Oh, but she’d forgotten she now wore a disguise—her hair dyed auburn and permed with short curls. Her fake tortoiseshell glasses. She wasn’t supposed to look familiar to anyone who could recognize her—that was the whole point. So why had she spoken to him the way she had? Did she want him to remember or recognize her?
If he truly didn’t know her, then this was her chance. She could deny her true identity. She had to be more than careful. There was a reason she was in disguise, even at the llama ranch. Why, then, did she find herself wanting this man to remember her?
As she studied him closely, the truth became plain in his eyes. This Texas Ranger with the piercing green eyes knew who she was, all right.
She saw something more than just recognition there. Appreciation?
Warmth flooded her. She couldn’t help but smile on the inside at that. The two of them had a connection from the past. Something about him had drawn her then, and it drew her now, even though he had his weapon aimed point-blank at her.
Right. The gun. She couldn’t let herself forget that. She shook off her illusions that the Ranger owed her anything, or that he would never harm her because he felt something for her. He could very well be here on Rio Garcia’s cartel business, after all. He could have been bought and turned like so many other supposedly good guys. Everyone had their price.
What is your price, Ranger McCord?
Adriana took a step back. “You know who I am, so why ask the question? Who sent you? My brother?”
“What?” His face morphed into a deep scowl, as if she couldn’t have offended him more. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m a Texas Ranger.”
Though he’d emphasized those last two words, she scoffed. “There are Americans, law enforcement officers, on my brother’s payroll. Maybe even Texas Rangers. He could have sent you because he knew I would more easily trust you.” At his obviously shocked and offended reaction to her words, she almost wished she could take them back. But she reminded herself that she shouldn’t trust this man, even if she’d saved him. Even if he owed her his life.
“You mean because you saved me before.”
She nodded and noticed that Kiana had shifted around and edged closer, extending her neck.
“You could be a double agent.”
His face scrunched up. “What? No...no, I couldn’t.”
She’d turned the tables on this man. Now he had to defend himself. With his back to Kiana, the Ranger didn’t pay any attention to the llama.
“I want to hear you answer the question. Are you Adriana Garcia, sister of Rio Garcia, or not?”
Adriana prayed for direction. And forgiveness. If this man had been sent to kill her, then she’d failed in her biggest mission in life—to take down her brother once and for all. Since her escape from that life, she wanted nothing more than to destroy Rio’s cartel. But she’d let her guard down today of all days because it was Christmas.
Christmas...
“Don’t you realize it’s Christmas Day?” she asked, avoiding answering his question. He already knew who she was anyway. For some reason he wanted to hear it from her. “You’re here at my llama ranch on Christmas. Don’t you have family?”
He was one serious Ranger to have given up his Christmas for work. Or maybe it wasn’t such a sacrifice—maybe he didn’t have anyone to spend the holiday with. She understood about being alone, far from her family, on Christmas. The thought both saddened her and filled her with relief that she had escaped that life. Better to be alone than with her family.
“If you’re Adriana Garcia, you’re wanted for the murder of a border patrol agent,” he said. “I’m here to take you in. I’ve heard that you’re as ruthless as your drug-lord brother. That you only came across the border to start your own cartel here.”
The news rolled over her, crushing her under the weight of it. She was wanted for murder? Her knees buckled and she thought she would drop to the ground, but she stood taller, defying this man’s accusations. Her brother must have framed her, somehow. How did she make the Ranger believe her? Words failed her.
If only he understood that the reason she’d had to flee was because she had put herself between her brother and this man, maybe he wouldn’t be so willing to accuse her. Though she’d planned to run, wanted to escape her family and break all ties with them for so long, saving the Ranger and subsequently being pursued by the cartel had given her all the reason she’d needed to act.
But for him to accuse her like this...
Did she imagine it or did he aim his weapon a little higher? Did he finger the trigger?
Adriana lifted her chin in defiance. “And what do you believe, Ranger man? Do you think I killed the border agent? That I’m here to start up my own cartel to rival my brother’s?”
Agent McCord finally noticed Kiana—llamas were normally friendly and sociable, but the very pregnant llamas were territorial, and Kiana had sensed the danger this man was to Adriana. Though Kiana didn’t stand close to him, her ears were back, and Adriana knew what came next.
Did Ranger McCord?
He frowned at the creature and continued to aim his weapon at Adriana. “It doesn’t matter what I believe or want to believe. The truth is all that matters.”
She released a pent-up breath at that. “I’m glad to hear it. I didn’t kill anyone. If it looks like I was involved in the death of a border agent, then I must have been framed by my brother.”
Kiana raised her chin and stretched her neck.
“What? What is it doing?” he asked, but did not allow his gun to waver.
“She’s letting you know she’s not happy with your aggression toward me.”
Kiana spit at Ranger McCord from where she stood.
* * *
Brent took the spit like a man and didn’t move at first, knowing that any reaction on his part could spook the creature into more aggression. Grimacing, he slowly ran his sleeve over his face and swiped at his eyes but kept his weapon trained on this woman—Adriana Garcia.
In the flesh.
But seriously? Could anything smell worse than llama spit? Not even this barn smelled worse.
He’d ignore the llama for the moment. The pregnant animal appeared moody. Adding insult to injury, Brent had come into the barn and agitated her even more, the same as he’d done to Adriana.
But he’d found her, finally found her.
As part of the Ranger reconnaissance team, in Company “E” stationed in El Paso, Texas, his assignments varied, but they’d been on what they’d termed the Garcia Mission for weeks now—trying to capture cartel leader Rio Garcia when he crossed the border in search of his sister. At one point, they’d even learned from undercover operative Texas Ranger Ca
rmen Alvarez the date of a planned crossing. Unfortunately, one of their informants, Valentina, had given them the location but then she’d been murdered. Since then, Garcia hadn’t been successful in locating his sister. None of them had.
Until now.
Adriana was the key to Garcia.
As for Carmen...she hadn’t been heard from since before Thanksgiving, and they were concerned for her safety. She could either be in deep cover and unable to find a way to get a message out or hiding until she could safely return. At least she’d been able to gather good intel on Garcia. That was how they knew how ferociously Garcia was hunting Adriana.
He wanted revenge for her betrayal and wanted it bad. Because not only had Adriana defected, she’d taken something extremely valuable from her brother—cartel cash and drugs.
The Garcia Mission called for them to find and prevent Garcia from coming across the border and find his sister. And if they found her... They’d been on the fence about whether she should be locked up. Had she come to Texas to start her own cartel with the drugs and money she’d stolen from her brother? Or, as Brent had initially argued, was she a good person simply trying to escape a dangerous situation, needing and deserving their protection from her brother?
Some of the Rangers had seemed willing to consider the second option, at first. But that had changed when border patrol agent Greg Gunn was killed in a sting operation at a salsa factory near the border. All the evidence pointed to Adriana as the killer. Later, they learned that Gunn had been working both sides of the law. That news had both stunned and devastated them, but no one more than Ranger Colt Blackthorn, who considered Gunn his best friend. Brent was still sick over it, and Gunn’s murder had only increased their unit’s determination to find Adriana.
Now all manner of law enforcement was after Rio’s sister for the killing. The Texas Rangers had wasted a lot of time on false leads, but Brent... Brent had been the one to find her.
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