Renegade Hearts (The Kinnison Legacy Book 3)

by McIntyre, Amanda

  Rugged, quiet, hardworking, Wyatt takes being oldest of the Kinnison family seriously. Scarred early on by the women he’d once trusted his heart to, His sole responsibility now is the welfare of his brothers and the ranch entrusted to them by his stepdad. Forget about things as foolish as love. But that was before he met Aimee and realized a man should never say never to a determined second grade teacher.

  Losing her twin sister in a tragic car accident prompts vivacious, resilient Aimee Worth to live out her sister’s dream of teaching in a tiny community in End of the Line, Montana. But she never suspected she’d find her Mr. Right. He just doesn’t know it yet. Determined, her spirit shatters perceptions that have kept him isolated from life, proving that when it comes to love, the greatest risk is not taking one.

  Rustler’s Heart, Book II~

  Haunted by a tragic past Rein pours himself into creating his Uncle’s altruistic goal of making the Last Hope Ranch a haven for the hurt and lost. But a beautiful stranger in the form of a half-sister to the men he calls his brothers arrives and turns his world upside down, bringing with her unseen dangers, not only to his heart, but to the ranch and his family!

  Liberty’s presence is a surprise to the family she’s never met and while she yearns to belong, she knows her presence is a reminder of their painful past. Fearless, she dives in, losing her heart to the ranch, to the community and to an unexpected summer fling that turns to love, only to find that her dangerous past is about to catch up to her and threaten everyone and everything she has come to love.

  Please enjoy a sneak Peek at Rustler’s Heart, Book II.

  RUSTLER’S HEART

  The Kinnison Legacy, Book II

  By Amanda McIntyre

  Chapter One

  Rein wiped the sawdust on his jeans, grabbed his coffee mug and took a long swallow. He’d been up since before dawn, starting in on the details left to make the cabin ready by Friday. Since Aimee’s arrival at the ranch on a semi- permanent basis, he’d spent more time on the cabins for more reasons than simply giving Wyatt and his soon-to-be bride privacy.

  Wyatt had had a sudden change in heart about the project. He’d relinquished hold on his share of the ranch in order to collectively refinance and put more money into permits and materials to build the cabins and ready them for use.

  They’d given themselves a target date of two years to complete the project. Dalton, Michael Greyfeather, and Tyler Janzen from Janzen Plumbing and Heating, had come on board to help. That gave Rein the freedom to do what he loved, which was to design and build the rustic furniture that would grace the interior of each cabin.

  However, Wyatt’s unexpected news recently of a woman named Liberty who claimed to be their half-sister, had punched up the clock for completion of the sample cabin when she stated she needed a place to stay. The idea of having a half-sister hadn’t settled well with Dalton, and frankly Rein questioned why she would suddenly make contact after all of this time. Then again, she was only twenty-one, a kid in most respects, still fishing around to find her place in this world.

  He stood for a moment at the screen door to the backyard and assessed whether there would be time to put in the brick patio he’d planned. The crisp spring air invigorated him. He loved to wake early and watch the sun climb high in the sky as it burned off the heavy mist over the mountains. Last night he had laid awake on the cot he’d brought down to the cabin and with the windows open, listened to the sounds of the creek and the forest that had become a part of him. He’d come to the ranch a grieving young man, bitter about the way things had turned out for him. He’d found serenity and purpose in the ability to use his hands to create something from nature’s bountiful resources. His Uncle Jed had taught him to give back to the land and to others. For him, it was the force drove his inspiration to see his uncle’s dream become a reality.

  “I see you couldn’t sleep, either.” Dalton let the screen door slam behind him. He waved at the cot set up in the corner of the living room and made a beeline for the coffeemaker on the kitchen counter. “Looks like all the comforts of home. You may have a roommate soon if those two can’t keep it down.”

  Rein had just finished shaving down the edges of the front door, preparing to place it in the frame when he had more help. “You’re just in time. Grab those hinges, and help me get this in place.”

  He lifted the solid pine door from the sawhorses set up in the middle of the vacant cabin. With the three of them hard at work yesterday, they’d managed to get the bedrooms, bath and kitchen ready. Now, they only needed Tyler to come in and do his thing with the plumbing. Aimee, who’d gone to Billings for a final fit of her wedding dress, had offered to pick up a few necessities to complete a temporary living arrangement.

  Rein slipped the shims into place and had Dalton hold the door steady while he drilled in the hinges. “You do look a bit haggard this morning, Dal.” Rein smiled.

  Dalton narrowed his bloodshot eyes on him. “We’re going to need to get another cabin ready. Those two are like rabbits…fuckin’ loud rabbits.” He blew out a weary sigh.

  Rein chuckled. Of course, he’d had a good night’s sleep after he chose to come down to the cabin. He couldn’t have been happier to see Wyatt rescued from the self-imposed prison he had been in. Aimee had changed him and for the better, but at the same time it sent a ripple of change through all their lives. Dalton as a rule was less receptive to change. He liked continuity, liked for things to be certain way—in particular, his way. However, Rein knew that Dalton wished nothing but happiness for his brother.

  “I was so damn tired this morning from listening to those two last night, I nearly forgot the new rule of not walking naked through the house.” He scrunched his face and rubbed a hand over his unshaven cheek. “Aimee just about caught me in my birthday suit if it hadn’t been for those throw things on the couch.”

  Rein shook his head and laughed. “Okay, let’s see if this works.” Dalton stepped back and Rein opened and shut the door several times to check for fit. He’d get around to adding a lock later. They’d never had any trouble with prowlers of the two-legged variety at the ranch—raccoons, snakes, and the occasional curious skunk were the worst offenders.

  Dalton trudged across the room to refill his cup.

  “That about does it. Tyler said he’d be out later today.” Rein flipped a switch and set to motion on an overhead light and fan combination in the middle of the living room ceiling. He studied it, pleased that it worked correctly. He shut the light off and looked at Dalton. “I think we’re ready to haul the furniture up from the workshop.”

  Dalton eyed him. “You really like this, don’t you?” he asked.

  Rein picked up the broom, swept up the mess of sawdust he’d created, and dumped it into a box of debris ready to burn. “Getting to watch you work your ass off? Nothing makes me happier.” He tossed Dalton a grin and received the finger in return.

  “I mean this whole thing—this project.” Dalton waved his hand over the room.

  Rein shrugged. After he graduated with his business/marketing degree, he returned to the ranch to help by using his expertise. But when he discovered his uncle’s private journal, outlining in specific detail his plans for the ranch, Rein found his purpose. He began to be inspired as he read his uncle’s words and realized where Jed’s ideas had taken root. A civic-minded man, and a one of the community’s leading businessmen, Jed taken on the task of raising three teen-age boys with no idea of where they were headed. He’d shown them through hard work what they were capable of. For Rein, that was designing and building with his hands. And he was damn good at what he did.

  Rein leaned against the counter and gestured to Dalton with his cup. To his way of thinking there’s no better smell in the world than fresh coffee and wood shavings. “I just love to build shit. You know that.” He brushed off his comment and blew across his coffee.

  “Yeah, but it’s more than that, isn’t it?” Dalton prodded.

  Rein sighed and shrugged
his shoulder. “I don’t know, maybe. I’m twenty- nine. I have no kids, no wife…not even a prospect of one. I’ve spent most of my life on this ranch. Maybe this is what I can create to leave as my legacy. Besides, from a business standpoint, if we can get this off the ground and rent out these cabins, we could put the ranch on the map, as well as improve things for End of the Line. More tourists equals more money, equals more business, equals….”

  “Yeah, I got it.” Dalton sipped his coffee and studied him. “And you think that’s what Jed wanted?”

  Rein shrugged. “His journal kind of intimates it, yeah. He was part of the chamber as you remember. He always looked for new ideas to help, improve the community. You know that as well as me.”

  Dalton nodded. A short silence stretched between them.

  Rein narrowed his gaze and studied the man he considered a blood brother. “You aren’t normally this chatty so early in the morning. What’s up? I have a feeling you’re leading up to whatever is really bugging you. So, let’s have it. I haven’t got all day to wrestle it out of you.” He knew Dalton’s moods like the back of his hand. Of the two brothers, he’d spent more time with Dalton, especially on business trips. Rein had the book knowledge for running the ranch, while Dalton with his good old boy charm had a flair for schmoosing the socks off the stingiest buyer. If he had a downfall, it came in form of a bottle. More than once, Rein and Wyatt had to recue r Dalton from a late night bar episode, and he also realized that his troubled brother was still running from the demons in his past. Rein couldn’t imagine what being abandoned by his mom would do to a kid, but he’d observed the results of in both men he considered older brothers. Wyatt had spent years living as a recluse, earning the name of the town Grinch until last Christmas when persistent Aimee Worth and her second grade class got stranded at the ranch over the holiday. Like the beloved Christmas tale, people said Wyatt’s heart grew three times its size during those sequestered days. By the new year He and Aimee had announced their engagement. Their wedding became the talk of the town. He’d never seen Wyatt so happy. But the announcement seemed to do something to Dalton. He’d gotten more quiet and combined with his drinking Rein kept a closer eye on him. Watching Dalton made Rein realize how lucky he was. Unlike Wyatt and Dalton, abandoned by their mother, not even knowing who were their father’s—at least Rein knew that his parents had loved him when they were alive. They’d cared about him, just as Jed had. Maybe that’s why he felt such a vested interest in seeing this project through. Rein took a wild stab at what he thought might be Dalton’s problem. “This is about Liberty, right?”

  Dalton shrugged. “I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right. I mean, what if this broad has some crazy vendetta, you know? I have no idea what kind of picture Eloise painted of me and Wyatt.”

  “Broad? You do realize you’re talking about your half-sister, right? What are you saying…like she’s going after you with a chainsaw in the middle of the night or something?” Rein laughed.

  Dalton raised a brow.

  “You’ve watched too many of those damn crime shows.” He put his cup down and stretched out the kink in his back from sleeping on the cot. “I guess we’ll find out a few days.”

  Dalton didn’t respond.

  “From what Wyatt told us, it doesn’t appear she’s the serial killer type.” “That’s just it. All he knows is what she told him. How do we know if any of it

  is true? How can we be certain of anyone’s background that chooses to come here? That’s my chief concern.”

  He considered Dalton’s comments. “You make a valid point, and like Wyatt said, that is something we’re going to have to address when we begin drawing up the rental agreements. But really, there is a multitude of ways to do a background check on someone if a person wanted to.”

  Dalton shrugged. “Yeah, you’re right. I should do one on this Liberty chick.

  Good idea, bro.” He reached over and slapped Rein on the shoulder.

  He hated to feed into Dalton’s obvious displeasure with Wyatt’s decision to allow Liberty to come in and live off them until who knows when. But if little Miss Liberty thought for one minute she could stay here, eat their food, and use their services for free, she was in for a serious wakeup call.

  Curious now, Rein rinsed out his cup and pulled on his work gloves. “Let me know what you find out. Meantime, let’s head over and pick up that furniture before that storm blows in.”

  Dalton finished his cup and frowned as he followed him out the door. “In case you hadn’t noticed, the sun is brilliant, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky.”

  Rein fished the keys to his truck out of his pocket and eyed the sky above. “Yeah, but I heard an owl outside the cabin last night.”

  Dalton rolled his eyes to the heavens. “Jeez, you and Wyatt and that damn American Indian mumbo-jumbo.”

  Rein just tossed him a smile.

  ***

  She checked her watch. Ticket in hand, Liberty waited on the scarred wood bench at the seedy bus station in the worst possible area of town. The clerk, safe behind her bulletproof glass and steel barred office, gazed out with a sullen face at the handful of passengers who waited for the nine-thirty bus. She looked again at the schedule. With a couple of transfers in Utah and Montana, she should arrive in Billings by midnight Friday. She’d packed in haste and brought only what she could carry in her oversized duffle. The rest she carried in a book bag and a small purse that she wore across the front of her body. The remainder of her last two paychecks she had stashed in her boot. She glanced at the couple beside her, newlyweds, she guessed from the lip-lock and their Vegas standard issue matching gold bands. Her gaze darted to the man across the aisle. He sat quietly watching the couple, as he clutched his briefcase close to his side. His expression was dour, as though he disapproved of their public affection. He caught Liberty’s curious look and pulled his attaché closer to his side. Her choices for seating being severely limited, she shifted in her seat to look at the black retro wall clock and double-check the time. The soft whispers between the lovers reminded her of the mistake she’d almost made less than a year ago, just after her mother died.

  ***

  “I suppose you’ll be expecting to move back home now that your mother’s gone.” She’d ridden in the funeral home’s limousine, not by choice, but by request from her father. Funerals were as much a public appearance for her father, as any other he showed up for in Vegas. Nothing was left to chance. Appearances meant everything to him, they always had. Today he extended his benevolent hand to her…in his own, controlling way. Just as she’d seen him manipulate her mother the last years of her life. Liberty knew his game. She’d observed it all her life and only as she’d gotten older, had she come to resent and rebel against it.

  “Did your housemaid quit again?” she tossed at him, watching row after row of headstones pass by as they left the burial plot. The dank, gray day mirrored her mood.

  “Now, see there. That’s what I’m talking about. I try to extend the olive branch, Liberty Belle, and you slap it out of my hand. The problem with you is that you never learned to appreciate everything I gave you.”

  She responded with a snorting laugh. “You mean, I didn’t bow down and kiss your ass every time you decided to remember you had a family?”

  His hand shot up, stopping short of smacking her across the face. She held his hard gaze with one of her own and saw the hate glittering in his black, soulless eyes. She’d discovered only recently the guilt her mother had carried inside her. Yet, for reasons unknown to Liberty, she wouldn’t leave him. Liberty had heard her mother’s pathetic attempts to appease his accusations from behind closed doors. She cringed at the anger in his voice, hated that her mother continued to take his abuse. So, she ran, as far away as possible. She’d never spoken to anyone about what she knew, fearing for her mother’s safety. That was weeks ago. Her mother had found a way out and Liberty was no longer afraid. “You touch me and I swear you’ll be on the headlines of every
paper in town.” Her voice was steady.

  He eyed her a moment, chuckled, and then lowered his hand, straightening his Armani tie. “Just like your mother.”

  “Fortunately, she taught me more than you think, because I don’t need you, and I don’t need your money.”

  He looked straight ahead, indifferent, in control. “You’ll feel differently when you see how much tuition is to that school of yours. Unfortunately, your mother, God-rest-her-soul, nullified her largely inadequate life insurance policy by virtue of how she chose to depart this world.”

  She leaned forward and tapped on the smoke-glass window shielding them from the driver. The window rolled down. “Pull over here and stop.”

  He looked over his shoulder, his expression hidden behind his mirrored sunglasses, but she caught the quirk at the corner of his mouth. She shook her head. There was nothing now holding her here. She wouldn’t bow to her father’s abusive control. “I said pull the goddamn car over.”

  “Don’t be a fool. He can’t just stop. There are well over a hundred cars following us.”

  Ignoring him, Liberty wrenched open the door. The limo came to an immediate stop. She stepped out, the mud from the rain earlier squishing into her heels and glanced back at the long procession of cars—not for her mother, but filled with those who bottom fed from her father’s many Vegas enterprises. She bent down, holding to the door with one hand. “You know, you may have given me your seed, but you have never been a father.”

  He scooted across the seat; his dark, hateful gaze penetrated her heart. “You get back in the car, this instant you ungrateful—”

  Liberty didn’t wait for the rest. She slammed the door in his face. A small victory in the memory of her mother against the man who’d pushed her into an early grave. The window rolled down part way as the car lurched forward. “You’ll regret this, Liberty. You could have had anything you wanted.”