Outlawed!

by BJ Daniels

  Table of Contents

  Cover Page

  Excerpt

  Dear Reader

  Title Page

  Dedication

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Epilogue

  Copyright

  It had been one hell of a kiss.

  And not one that he would soon forget. Nor would he forget Delaney pushing him into the lake. The woman had spunk. More than was advisable in any woman.

  Cooper shook his head as he glanced up toward the ranch house. He could hear faint music stealing out the windows. He wondered if she was thinking about their kiss…

  The kiss had been the kind of thing he’d never done on a job before.

  But he’d wanted to kiss her. He had to kiss her.

  Only that kiss made things worse. Because he’d end up hurting her no matter what.

  Dear Reader,

  What is it about mysterious men that always makes our pulse race? Whether it’s the feeling of risk or the excitement of the unknown, dangerous men have always been a part of our fantasies,

  and now they’re a part of Harlequin Intrigue. Throughout 1995, we’ll kick off each month with a DANGEROUS MAN. This month, meet Cooper McLeod in Outlawed! by B. J. Daniels.

  B.J. has set another mystery in her home state of Montana. This time near Canyon Ferry Lake, where she has spent many hours fishing with her father. Her love of old westerns and this rugged, remote yet beautiful country inspired the idea for this book.

  With our DANGEROUS MEN promotion, Harlequin Intrigue promises to keep you on the edge of your seat…and the edge of desire.

  Sincerely,

  Debra Matteucci

  Senior Editor and Editorial Coordinator

  Harlequin Books

  300 East 42nd Street, Sixth Floor

  New York, NY 10017

  Outlawed!

  B. J. Daniels

  To Harry Burton Johnson, the man who taught me to dream.

  Thanks, Dad.

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  DelaneyLawson—Turning to Cooper for help had put not only her ranch—but also her heart—in danger.

  Cooper McLeod—Just what did this rodeo cowboy want…and how far would he go to get it?

  Buck Harrington—He’d always been a trusted employee. Until lately.

  Angel Danvers—She had the kind of looks that got her everything she wanted…and she wanted everything she could get.

  Jared Kincaid—He had his eye on Delaney—and her ranch. It was no secret he liked to win—and at any cost.

  Digger O’Donnel—Everyone thought he was just a crazy old prospector looking for the mother lode, but he knew more about the Rockin’ L Ranch than anyone.

  Hank Lawson—In his will, he’d left his daughter Delaney the ranch—and a heap of trouble.

  Ty Drummond—Who is this greedy young man who claims to be Delaney’s half brother?

  Gus Halbrook—Had he come back from the grave to avenge his own murder?

  Prologue

  The moon rimmed the tops of the ponderosas, golden in the late darkness. As Digger O’Donnel tugged his mule, Tess, up the mountain through a narrow passage between the rocks, he fought a vague sense of foreboding. A breeze danced along the back of his neck, as hot as the devil’s breath. He urged Tess to move a little faster, anxious to get back to his camp.

  They’d just crested the ridge, topping the band of rocks that formed a wall above the creek bed, when Digger saw the creature. At first he thought it was the moonlight playing tricks on him. A lot of people already thought he was crazy. What would they think if he told them he saw lights deep in the lake that pooled among the rocks and something dark moving around in its depths?

  Suddenly the creature surfaced, and the old prospector knew he’d never seen anything like it on earth—let alone on a horse ranch in Montana. He noticed with growing fright that the strange being seemed to be attached to a small round craft that floated on the surface of Johnson Gulch Lake.

  Tess sniffed the wind and let out a frightened bray. Digger hurriedly pulled at the mule. She balked as he dragged her into a stand of trees and out of sight. He stood in the shadows, afraid. Of what he’d seen. And of what he might have just imagined. What if the creature had heard Tess and was now coming after them both?

  He fought the urge to run. Instead he hunkered in the pines, listening for any hint of a sound. There was nothing but the breeze stirring the tall pines. His old, tired mind told him he should leave to go tell someone what he’d seen. And yet, who would believe him? He could think of only one person—Delaney Lawson, the owner of the Rockin’ L Ranch. She had always been kind to him. And the thing was on her ranch.

  By the light of the moon, he quickly drew a crude sketch on a brown paper sack he pulled from his saddlebag. He tried to capture both the creature and its craft before he forgot the details. After all, his memory wasn’t what it used to be.

  When he finished, he stared at what he’d drawn. Not even Delaney Lawson would believe this, he told himself. Ordering Tess to stay put, he sneaked around the pines and took another look. The lights in the mountain lake were gone. No strange being rippled the water, no alien craft floated on the cold, dark surface. Instead the first rays of morning began to climb the back side of the Big Belt Mountains. In the distance, the ranch was as silent as the summer night.

  Digger O’Donnel felt another fear—worse than when he’d seen the creature come out of the water. He crushed the paper in his fist and shoved it into his coat pocket. Space aliens! Ha! Maybe people were right. He was crazy, he thought as he headed back over the ridge, the new day lightening the sky to the east.

  Digger and Tess had reached the outskirts of their camp, when he sensed something behind him. That same foreboding evil seemed to fill the air around him, just as it had earlier before he’d seen the creature, just as it had the night of the mine cave-in all those years ago….

  “Run, Tess!” he cried, slapping the old mule on the rump. “Run!” Tess let out a startled bray and took off through the pines at a lumbering gait. “Run, old mule,” Digger yelled. He heard a branch snap behind him and turned, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. “Oh, my God, no!” He felt a sharp crack against his skull and the darkness come up to get him.

  Chapter One

  Cooper McLeod awoke to what he thought was distant thunder. He lay prone on a warm, flat rock, his Stetson covering his face as he napped in the shade of a huge ponderosa pine. The last thing he wanted to do was wake up. He was in the middle of a dream involving the most fascinating woman he’d ever met.

  Not only was this woman beautiful, but she seemed to appreciate his finer qualities. It didn’t bother her that he looked a little trail-worn or that he didn’t have a roof over his head at the moment. She even liked his horse.

  The thunder grew closer, and he realized it wasn’t from a summer storm. Reluctantly he left the woman in his dream and sat up, his hat shading his eyes against the sun blazing in Montana’s big sky. Along the valley floor below him he could see a rider coming his way, hooves pounding the sunbaked clay. The sound echoed through the rock outcroppings and the ta
ll pines as clear as a warning.

  Trouble. It was his first thought. Probably because trouble had a way of finding him. It also didn’t help that he was

  on private property—what some might consider trespassing. Cooper squinted at the rider, telling himself he must still be dreaming, because if this was trouble, it certainly came nicely wrapped.

  The woman rode hell-bent, her hair beneath her western hat whirling in tight circles behind her as black and shiny as obsidian. He was enjoying just watching her, when she spotted him. She brought her horse up sharply, then spurred it in his direction. As she galloped toward him, he was reminded of the woman in his dream. Except even his imagination couldn’t come up with a woman like this!

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, pulling up her mahogany bay mare. Her boots hit the ground before the horse had a chance to come to a full stop. Reins in hand, she stalked over to him.

  Cooper stared up at her, too spellbound to speak. She was all curves, from her long denimed legs to the sweet promise generously filling out her blue-checked Western shirt. Her black hair spilled around her face like a storm cloud. But it was the fire in her dark eyes that made him smile as he got to his feet.

  “Something funny?” she asked, her tone as steely as her stance.

  Cooper figured he outweighed her by a good fifty pounds, was almost a foot taller and definitely stronger. None of that seemed to intimidate her in the least.

  She stood, hands on her hips, meeting his gaze with one that would have made most men damned nervous. “When the Rockin’ L takes on a man, we expect something from him,” she said evenly.

  He pulled a stalk of wild grass and chewed on the stem as he tried to imagine what it would be like having this woman take him on. “I’m afraid there’s been a mistake.” Cooper hated that he had to tell her so. He was enjoying just looking at her. She had the most kissable lips he’d ever seen. And he’d never been able to resist a woman with a little fire. This woman had enough to keep a man warm all winter.

  “There’s been a mistake, all right,” she said. She let her gaze roam freely over him, from top to dusty bottom. He saw her stop for a moment at his belt, lingering on the All-Around Best Cowboy buckle he’d won at Cheyenne Frontier Days, then she moved on down his faded jeans to his worn-thin lucky boots. She didn’t seem all that impressed by what she saw. He fleetingly thought of the fantasy woman in his dream.

  Suddenly her gaze darted past him. Her dark eyes widened. “What is that?”

  He looked over his shoulder. “That’s my horse.”

  “You call that a horse?”

  Now that he thought about it, this woman didn’t remind him at all of the one in his dream. “Careful now,” he said, dropping his voice. “You wouldn’t want to hurt Crazy Jack’s feelings. He’s real sensitive about his looks.”

  She narrowed her gaze at the horse snuffling grass beneath the big ponderosa. Cooper knew it was hard to see Crazy Jack’s beauty at first. You had to get past his face. Crazy Jack was the best and worst of the Appaloosa breed. He had a head like a suitcase, just enough mane to look silly and not quite enough tail to look like a horse. Of course he had the Appaloosa spots. Everywhere. And in every size, shape and color. He wasn’t the kind of horse you could miss—even at a distance.

  “I suppose you named him Crazy Jack because of his eyes,” she said, still staring at the horse. Crazy Jack was a little walleyed. At first glance, all you could see were the whites of his eyes. And as the old horsewife’s tale has it, when you can see the whites of a horse’s eyes it’s a sure sign the beast is crazy.

  “No,” Cooper said. “Jack is crazy.”

  She stared at the horse for a moment longer, then turned back to Cooper. She appeared to be making up her mind, and not liking her decision.

  “Get your…horse and come on. I’m sure Buck told you when you hired on that you were to start mending fence in the southwest pasture.”

  She shook her head as if she saw little hope for him.

  Right then Cooper saw little hope for himself. This woman, whoever she was, was amazing when she had her dander up. She was all he could think about and he knew he should be thinking about how he was going to get himself out of this.

  “The fence is over there.” She tipped her hat toward a dark strip of pine and rocks etched against the blue horizon on the other side of the road. “I hope your work is better than your sense of direction.”

  That would probably have been a good time to tell her he wasn’t lost or necessarily lazy, nor had he hired on to work for the Rockin’ L. But something in the way she stood, the sun blazing in her eyes, her lips slightly parted as if needing to be kissed, changed his mind. This was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. Not only that, he didn’t think she’d take kindly to the fact that he was on private property, especially if she found out why. He figured she wouldn’t hesitate to have him thrown in jail for trespassing—or worse.

  He dragged his hat from his head. “The name’s Cooper McLeod. My friends call me ‘Coop.’“

  She nodded. “Fine, McLeod,” she said, and swung up onto her horse.

  He noticed her backside was just as intriguing as the rest of her and then he noticed she noticed him noticing.

  “Is there a problem?” she asked, cocking her head as she settled those dark eyes on him.

  He ran his hand along her horse’s neck, pretending it was good horseflesh that had drawn his interest, and not her derriere. “Just admiring your…horse.” It was a fine Morgan, bold and high-spirited like its owner.

  She smiled down at him, but only a fool couldn’t read the warning in her eyes just before she spurred her horse.

  Cooper grinned to himself as he mounted Crazy Jack and rode after her. She did ride a beautiful horse, with powerful shoulders, cleanly shaped legs and a cool intelligence in its eyes. Even Crazy Jack had noticed, and he was a gelding.

  As Cooper followed her, he was only a little concerned about what would happen when Buck told her he’d never seen this cowboy before—let alone hired him. Cooper had talked himself out of tight places before. He had no doubt he would again.

  He thought about his last assignment, his grin fading a little as he rubbed his left thigh. He’d believed he had that one aced, and look what had happened. No, he wasn’t fool enough not to know he was riding into trouble. This woman was temptation in snug-fitting jeans. He’d never seen anything like her. But, he reminded himself, he’d also never let a beautiful woman distract him so much that he couldn’t do his job. This woman—no matter who she was—wasn’t going to be the first.

  DELANEY RODE OFF, cursing Buck for hiring an arrogant rodeo cowboy. She’d spent years avoiding men like Cooper McLeod—both professionally and personally. Long, lanky rodeo cowboys who’d ridden their share of rough stock-and charmed more than their share of women with sweet talk. She knew his kind only too well. Her father had been a rodeo cowboy. Hank Lawson had broken her mother’s heart and almost lost the family horse ranch with his rodeoing.

  After her mother had died, Delaney took over the place and had to watch her father, loving him, but hating the wild, irresponsible side of him that couldn’t quit chasing adventure, whether it was the next untamed bull to ride at a rodeo or a beautiful woman to win over.

  No, she’d learned all she wanted to know about rodeo cowboys from her father. She didn’t need Cooper McLeod to remind her just how dangerous they could be. And on top of that, Cooper McLeod had to be one of the worst she’d ever seen. All denim and dimples, even with his rugged sunbrowned features, he had the look of something sweet and tempting. Angel-blessed innocence, her mama used to call it. Until you looked into his eyes. The devil jitterbugged in the depths of all that clear blue. No, this cowboy was nothing but walking trouble.

  Cooper caught up with her and shot her a grin that should have been outlawed in every state in the Union. “You didn’t say what I should call you.”

  Delaney slowed her horse and looked over at him. If she
wasn’t so badly in want of a ranch hand, she’d send him packing. This cowboy was the last thing the Rockin’ L needed right now the way her luck had been running. “You can call me ‘Ms. Lawson.’“

  “Ms. Lawson?”

  From his lips, it sounded like a caress.

  “Then you must be related to Delaney Lawson, the owner of the Rockin’ L.”

  Delaney smiled. “No, I am Delaney Lawson.” She watched surprise wipe the grin from his face, heard him curse under his breath and realized Buck must have failed to mention the boss was a woman. She smiled to herself. This cowboy didn’t know it yet, but he’d just met his match.

  DELANEY LAWSON? Apprehension coiled like a rattler in Cooper’s belly. Delaney Lawson was a woman? A young, beautiful, headstrong woman. He’d never dreamed this woman could be the owner of the Rockin’ L. But he should have known. He should have known everything about the Rockin’ L. His mind raced as he tried to figure out how this kind of mistake could have happened.

  He’d been given the wrong information. That was the only thing that made any sense. Why else would he have been misinformed that Delaney Lawson was a man? An elderly man with one foot in the grave. He hadn’t wanted to take another job so soon after the last one. The only reason he’d taken this assignment was that his employers had promised him it would be quick and simple.

  Suddenly worried, he rubbed the almost healed gunshot wound in his left thigh, reminding himself how badly things had gone during his last job. And now he was getting the wrong information. Why hadn’t he double-checked what Jamison had given him? Because he’d never had to before. Because he trusted his employers not to make mistakes. A mistake could have serious consequences, he reminded himself. Especially with a hellcat like this one.