Harrison sat down hard in the chair next to Douglas, stretched his long legs out, and then begged to differ with Travis.

He thought the brothers looked content and was about to tell them so when Travis declared his intentions. Harrison, their brother-in-law, joined them a moment after Rose went upstairs. They sat side by side on the porch with their booted feet propped up on the railing, their heads tilted back, and their eyes closed. That evening he waited until their mother had gone to bed to discuss the atrocity with his brothers. Now Travis was trying to convince himself that justice would be on his side. Ryan had dared to take advantage of a sweet, innocent, genteel old lady with a heart of gold - Travis's own Mama Rose to be exact - and in Travis's heart and mind, killing him was almost too good for him. The enemy's name was Daniel Ryan, and the sin he'd committed wasn't forgivable by a son's He'd taken to the notion of doing in the culprit right away. He might also have to compliment him on his survival skills. Travis grudgingly admitted he would have to tip his hat to this stranger who had outwitted him. He had thought he had him good and trapped near the gorge, but then the elusive devil had vanished into thin air. Thus far, his prey had managed to stay a step ahead of him. The youngest brother had only just returned home from the southern tip of the territory and planned to stay one night before he resumed his hunt. Travis Clayborne was thinking hard about killing a man.

The clayborne brides by julie garwood