An Outlaw's Christmas

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Celebrate the holidays with this remarkable McKettrick tale by beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

With his wild heart, Sawyer McKettrick isn't ready to settle down on the Triple M family ranch in Arizona. So he heads to Blue River, Texas, to seek a job as marshal. But in a blinding snowstorm, he's injured—and collapses into the arms of a prim and proper lady in calico.

The shirtless, bandaged stranger recuperating in...

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Overview

Celebrate the holidays with this remarkable McKettrick tale by beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

With his wild heart, Sawyer McKettrick isn't ready to settle down on the Triple M family ranch in Arizona. So he heads to Blue River, Texas, to seek a job as marshal. But in a blinding snowstorm, he's injured—and collapses into the arms of a prim and proper lady in calico.

The shirtless, bandaged stranger recuperating in teacher Piper St. James's room behind the schoolhouse says he's a McKettrick, but he looks like an outlaw to her. As they wait out the storm, the handsome loner has Piper remembering long-ago dreams of marriage and motherhood. But for how long is Sawyer willing to call Blue River home?

As the gray skies clear, Piper's one holiday wish just might bring two lonely hearts together forever.

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"Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget." -#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber

"Miller is one of the finest American writers in the genre."-RT BookReviews

"After reading this book your heart will be so full of Christmas cheer you'll want to stuff a copy in the stocking of every romance fan you know!"-USA TODAY on A Lawman's Christmas

"Strong characterization and a vivid western setting make for a fine historical romance."-Publishers Weekly on McKettrick's Choice

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373777013
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/25/2012
  • Series: The McKettricks Series
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 948,797
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 7.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is the author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels. Now living in Spokane, Washington, the “First Lady of the West” hit a career high when all three of her 2011 Creed Cowboy books debuted at #1 on the New York Times list. In 2007, the Romance Writers of America presented her their Lifetime Achievement Award. She personally funds her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women. Visit her at www.lindalaelmiller.com.
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December, 1915

All but hidden behind a rapidly thickening veil of snow that cold afternoon, Blue River, Texas, looked more like a faint pencil sketch against a gray-and-white background than a real town, constructed of beams and mortar and weathered wood and occupied by flesh-and-blood folks. Squinting against the dense flurries, Sawyer Mc-Kettrick could just make out the pitch of a roof or two, the mounded lines of hitching rails and horse troughs, the crooked jut of the occasional chimney. Here and there, the light of a lamp or lantern glowed through the gloom, but as far as Sawyer could tell, nobody was stirring along the sidewalks or traveling the single wide street curving away from the tiny railroad depot.

Beside him, his buckskin gelding, Cherokee, nickered and tossed his big head, no doubt relieved to finally plant four sturdy hooves on solid ground after long hours spent rattling over the rails in a livestock car. Sawyer's own journey, sitting bolt upright on a hard and sooty seat in the near-empty passenger section, had been so dull and so uncomfortable that he probably would have been happier riding with the horse.

Naturally, Cherokee didn't hold up his end of a conversation, but he was a fine listener and a trustworthy companion.

Now, the engineer's whistle sounded a long, plaintive hoot of fare-thee-well behind them, and the train clanked slowly out of the station, iron screeching against iron, steam hissing into the freezing air.

They waited, man and horse, until the sounds grew muffled and distant, though for what, Sawyer couldn't have said. He hadn't expected to be met at the depot— Clay McKettrick, his cousin and closest friend, lived on a ranch several miles outside of Blue River and, given the weather, the trail winding between there and town must be nigh on impassable—but just the same, a momentary sense of loneliness howled through him like a wind scouring the walls of a canyon.

With a glance back at the station, where he'd left his trunk of belongings behind, meaning to fetch it later, Sawyer swung up into the saddle and spoke a gruff, soothing word of encouragement to the horse.

There was a hotel in Blue River—he'd stayed there on his last visit—but he wanted to let Cherokee walk off some stiffness before settling him in over at the livery stable with plenty of hay and a ration of grain, and then making his way back to rent a room. Once he'd secured a bed for the night, he'd send somebody for his trunk, consume a steak dinner in the hotel dining room, and, later on, take a bath and shave.

In the meantime, though, he wanted to attend to his horse. Sawyer gave the animal his head, let him forge his own way, at his own pace, through the deep snow and the unnerving silence.

The buildings on either side of the street were visible as they passed, though only partially, dark at the windows, with their doors shut tight. Most folks were where they ought to be, Sawyer supposed, gathered around stoves and fireplaces in their various homes, with coffee brewed and supper smells all around them.

Again, that bleak feeling of aloneness rose up inside him, but he quelled it quickly. He did not subscribe to melancholy moods—it wasn't the McKettrick way. In his family, a man—or a woman, for that matter—played the cards they were dealt, kept on going no matter what, and tended, to the best of their ability, to whatever task was presently at hand.

Still, there was a prickle at his nape, and Cherokee, rarely skittish, pranced sideways in agitation, tossing his head and neighing.

Sawyer had barely pushed back his long coat to uncover his Colt .45, just in case, when he heard the gunshot, swaddled in the snowy silence to a muted pop, saw the flash of orange fire and felt the bullet sear its way into his left shoulder. All of this transpired in the course of a second or so, but even as he slumped forward over Cherokee's neck, dazed by the hot-poker thrust of the pain, spaces wedged themselves between moments, stretching time, distorting it. Sawyer was at once a wounded man, alone on a snow-blind street except for his panicked horse, and a dispassionate observer, nearby but oddly detached from the scene.

He didn't see the shooter or his horse, but the calm, watching part of him sized up the situation, sensed there had been a rider. If anybody had seen anything, or heard the muffled gunshot, they weren't fixing to rush to his rescue, and he didn't have the strength to draw his .45, even if he could have seen beyond Cherokee's laid-back ears.

Fortunately, the horse knew that—in cases like this anyway—discretion was the better part of valor. Cherokee bolted for safer territory, leapfrogging through the powdery snow, and Sawyer, hurting bad and only half-conscious, simply lay over the pommel, with the saddle horn jabbing into his middle like a fist, and held on to reins and mane for all he was worth.

Maybe the gunman lost sight of them in the storm, or maybe he just slipped back through the edges of Sawyer's awareness, into the pulsing darkness that surrounded him, but the second shot, the one that would have finished him off for sure, never came.

His mind slowed, and then slowed some more. He was aware of the thud-thud-thud of his heart, the raspy scratch of his breath, clawing its way into his lungs and then out again, and the familiar smell of wet horsehide, but his vision dimmed to a gray haze.

Cherokee kept moving. Sawyer's consciousness seemed to retreat into the far corners of his mind, but growing up on the Triple M Ranch in Arizona, he'd practically been raised on the back of a horse, and the muscles in his arms and legs must have drawn on some capacity for recollection beyond the grasp of the waking mind, because he managed to stay in the saddle.

It was only when the horse came to a sudden stop in a spill of buttery light on glistening snow that Sawyer pitched sideways with a sickening lurch, jarred his wounded shoulder when he struck the snow-padded ground, and passed out from the pain.

Piper St. James, seated at the desk in her empty schoolroom and glumly surveying the scrawny, undecorated pine tree leaning against the far wall, wished heartily, and not for the first time, that she'd never left Maine to strike out for a life of adventure in the still-wild West.

Her cousin Dara Rose, in love with her handsome rancher husband, had painted a fine picture of Blue River in her letters, telling Piper what a wonderful place it was, full of good people and wide-open to newcomers.

Piper sighed. Of course Dara Rose would see things that way—she was so happy in her new marriage and, being a generous soul, she wanted Piper to be happy, too. Life had been hard for her cousin and her two little girls, but Clay McKettrick had changed all that.

Piper's pupils—all thirteen of them—were safe at home, where they belonged, and that was a considerable comfort to her. She'd spent the entire day alone, though, shut up in the schoolhouse, feeding the potbellied stove from an ever-dwindling store of firewood, keeping herself occupied as best she could. Tomorrow was likely to bring more of the same, since the storm showed no signs of letting up—it might even get worse.

Piper shuddered at the thought. She had plenty of food, thanks to the good people of Blue River, but her supply of well water was running out fast, like the wood. Soon, she'd have no choice but to pull on a pair of oversize boots, bundle up in both her everyday shawls and her heavy woolen cloak, raise the hood to protect her ears from the stinging chill, and slog her way across the school yard, once to the woodshed, and once to the well. To make matters worse, she was getting low on kerosene for the one lamp she'd allowed herself to light.

She told herself that Clay, Dara Rose's husband, would come by to check on her soon, but there was no telling when or if he'd be able to get there, given the distance and the state of the roads. For now, Piper had to do for herself.

The wind howled around the clapboard walls of that small, unpainted schoolhouse, sorrowful as a whole band of banshees searching for a way in, making her want to burrow under the quilts on her bed, which took up most of the tiny room in back set aside for teacher's quarters, and hide there until the weather turned.

She might freeze if she did that, of course, and that was if she didn't die of thirst beforehand.

So she put on the ungainly boots, left behind by Miss Krenshaw, the last teacher, wrapped herself in wool, drew a deep breath and opened the schoolhouse door to step out onto the little porch.

The cold buffeted her, hard as a slap, trapping the breath in her lungs and nearly knocking her backward, over the threshold.

Resolute, she drew the shawls and the cloak more tightly around her and tried again. The sooner she went out, the sooner she could come back in, she reasoned.

She stopped on the schoolhouse porch, peering through the goose-feather flakes coming down solid as a wall in front of her. Was that a horse, there in the thin light her one lamp cast through the front window?

Piper caught her breath, her heart thudding with sudden hope. There was a horse, and a horse meant a rider, and a rider meant company, if not practical help. Perhaps Clay had braved the tempest to pay her a visit—

She trudged down the steps and across the yard, every step an effort, and got a clearer look at the horse. A sturdy buckskin, the animal was real, all right. The creature was saddled, reins dangling, and she saw its eyes roll upward, glaring white.

But there was no rider on its back.

Although Piper had little experience with horses, she felt an instant affinity for the poor thing, evidently lost in the storm. It must have wandered off from somewhere nearby.

She moved toward it slowly, carefully, partly because of the bitter wind and partly because of her own rising trepidation. She didn't recognize the horse, which meant that Clay hadn't come to look in on her, nor had any of the other men—fathers, brothers or uncles of her students—who might have been concerned about the schoolmarm's welfare.

The buckskin whinnied wildly as she approached, backing up awkwardly, nearly falling onto its great, heaving haunches, lathered despite the chill.

"There, now," Piper said, reaching for the critter's bridle strap. There was a shed behind the schoolhouse—some of the students rode in from the country when class was in session and tethered their mounts there for the day, so there was some hay, and the plank walls offered a modicum of shelter—but just then, that shack seemed as far away as darkest Africa.

Before she could take hold of the horse's bridle, Piper tripped over something solid, half buried in the snow, fell to her hands and knees, and felt the sticky warmth of blood seeping through her mittens.

She saw him then, the rider, sprawled on his back, hat lying a few feet away, staining the snow to crimson.

Sitting on her haunches, Piper stared down at the unfortunate wayfarer for a few long moments, snowflakes slicing at her face like razors, confounded and afraid.

Bile surged into the back of her throat, scalding there, and she willed herself not to turn aside and retch. Something had to be done—and quickly.

"Mister?" she called, gripping the lapels of his long gunslinger's coat and bending close to his face. "Mister, are you alive?"

He groaned, and she saw one of his eyelids twitch.

The horse, close enough to step on one or both of them, whinnied again, a desperate sound.

"You'll be all right," Piper told both the horse and the man, on her knees in the snow, her mittens and cloak damp with blood, but she wasn't at all sure that was the truth.

The man was around six feet tall—there was no way she could lift him, and it was clear that he couldn't stand, let alone walk.

Piper deliberated briefly, then stumbled and struggled back into the schoolhouse, through to her room, and wrenched the patchwork quilt—she'd done the piecework herself and the task had been arduous—off the bed.

Warmer now, from the exertions of the past few minutes, Piper rushed outside again and somehow managed to get the quilt underneath the bleeding stranger. He opened his eyes once—even in the dim light she could see that they were a startling shade of greenish azure—and a little smile crooked the corner of his mouth before he passed into unconsciousness again.

In a frenzy of strength, she dragged man and quilt as far as the steps, but there was no getting him up them. She had no way of knowing how long he'd been lying in the school yard, injured, and frostbite was a serious possibility, as was hypothermia.

She gripped him by his shoulders—they were broad under her hands, and hard with muscle—and shook him firmly. "Mister!" she yelled, through the raging wind. "You've got to rally yourself enough to get up these steps—I can't do this without some assistance, and there's no one else around!"

Miraculously, the stranger came to and gathered enough strength to half crawl up the steps, with a lot of help from Piper. From there, she was able to pull him over the threshold onto the rough-plank floor, where he lay facedown, bleeding copiously and only semiconscious.

"My horse," he rasped.

"Bother your horse," Piper replied, but she didn't mean it. The stranger, being a human being, was her first concern, but she was almost as worried about that frightened animal standing outside in the weather, and she knew she wouldn't be able to ignore it.

"Horse," the man repeated.

"I'll see to him," Piper promised, having no real choice in the matter. She collected another blanket from her quarters, covered the man, and steeled herself to hurry back outside.

Ever after, she'd wonder how she'd managed such an impossible feat, but at the time, Piper worked from a sense of expediency. She got ahold the horse's reins and somehow led him around back, through what seemed like miles of snow, and into the dark shed. There, she removed his saddle, the blanket beneath it, and the bridle. She spread out some hay for him and found a bucket, which she filled with snow—that being the best she could do for now. When the snow melted, the creature would have drinking water.

The horse was jumpy at first, and Piper took a few precious moments to speak softly to him, rubbing him down as best she could with an old burlap sack and making the same promise as before—he would be all right, and so would his master, because she wouldn't have it any other way.

On the way back to the schoolhouse, she fought her way into the woodshed and filled her arms with sticks of pitch-scented pine.

The stranger was still on the floor, upon her return, lying just over the threshold, either dead or sleeping.

Hastily, murmuring a prayer under her breath, Piper dumped the firewood into the box beside the stove, went back to the man, pulled off one ruined mitten and felt for a pulse at the base of his throat. His skin was cold, a shade of grayish-blue, but there was a heartbeat, thank heaven, faint but steady.

There was still water to fetch—why hadn't she done this chore earlier, in the daylight, as she'd intended, instead of starting a pot of pinto beans and reading one of Sir Walter Scott's novels?—and Piper didn't allow herself to think beyond getting to the well, filling a couple of buckets, and bringing them inside.

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  • Posted October 22, 2012

    check this one out!

    linda lael miller is known for her romances in the western world and this is no different. a mckettrick coming to a town to be the pro-tem marshall is shot on his way into town, and the local schoolmarm takes him in in the middle of a snowstorm. not being married it won't look good for her to keep him in her rooms at the schoolhouse, but she does it anyway as he can't be moved. romance ensues, as only miss linda can write it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2012

    Nice story

    ... but not worth $10!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 13, 2013

    Angry/fustrated

    Why do u reprint the books with new covers.? Im upset that i
    brought this book twice and its not that good.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2012

    Great Christmas read....

    Another good book by LLM, visiting the McKettrick's once again.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2012

    I really enjoyed this book! It helped me get some Christmas Spi

    I really enjoyed this book! It helped me get some Christmas Spirit!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2013

    This book was ok, I wasn't really convinced by some of the situa

    This book was ok, I wasn't really convinced by some of the situations and found Piper to be a bit wimpy. I liked Sawyer but would have liked more from his point of view. Some of the situations just weren't very realistic  and the historical accuracy was disjointed enough I really couldn't pinpoint the time period. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2013

    Wonderful tale of the spirit of love!

    I absolutely love this author and her wonderful stories. I have enjoyed every book about the McKettrick crew and Sawyer's story does not disappoint. He isn't ready to settle down just yet and is on his way to Blue River in Texas to help his cousin out by taking over as the marshal. Once he arrives in a snow storm he ends up getting shot and is found by the school teacher Piper St. James. With nothing to do but help him out she drags him to her little schoolhouse and tends to his wound. Through a series of events they end up married to save her reputation and Christmas comes and they are there for the kids to put on their shows. They end up spending the rest of that Christmas with family. The story is such a beautiful tale of love and delivered in such a way to draw the reader along with that journey. I highly recommend this and any of Linda Lael Miller's work!




    Celebrate the holidays with this remarkable McKettrick tale by beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


    With his wild heart, Sawyer McKettrick isn't ready to settle down on the Triple M family ranch in Arizona. So he heads to Blue River, Texas, to seek a job as marshal. But in a blinding snowstorm, he's injured—and collapses into the arms of a prim and proper lady in calico.


    The shirtless, bandaged stranger recuperating in teacher Piper St. James's room behind the schoolhouse says he's a McKettrick, but he looks like an outlaw to her. As they wait out the storm, the handsome loner has Piper remembering long-ago dreams of marriage and motherhood. But for how long is Sawyer willing to call Blue River home?


    As the gray skies clear, Piper's one holiday wish just might bring two lonely hearts together forever.

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  • Posted November 22, 2013

    Recommended!

    Linda Lael Miller has a gift with words and is able to write them to give me an idea of real life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2013

    Good read!

    Linda Lael Miller has been my favorite author for many years. My daughter and I have read all her books, and this one was no exception. Wonderfully written and heartwarming, Ms. Miller creates memorable characters and interesting storylines to keep you wanting more.

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  • Posted February 27, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    Author: ¿Linda Lael Miller Published By: Harlequin Age Recommend

    Author: ‌Linda Lael Miller
    Published By: Harlequin
    Age Recommended: Adult
    Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
    Book Blog For: GMTA
    Rating: 4

    Review:

    "An Outlaw's Christmas" by Linda Lael Miller was a sweet 'McKettrick' historical romance series read that only this author could give to its readers. This was a well written Christmas western style story giving the reader a wild west sort of flair. We find Sawyer McKettrick has come to Blue River, TX to take over a position from his cousin Clay as a Marshall, however, upon arriving he is shot and collapses in a school yard. After he comes to he discovers that a Piper St. James has recused him and now that could ruin her reputation. Why was this and what happens next ...you will only find from picking up "An Outlaw's Christmas" to see what will happen next for these two people.


    I found the characters are all very interesting that really keep you captivated in what will be going on next. With Piper, we find that she is one that will stand up no matter what the consequences may be and Sawyer is one that is stubborn, strong willed that holds a bit of mystery of his reputation. We will find from Clay, Dara Rose, Chester Duggins, Bess Turner, Ginny Sue, Doctor Howard, to Eloise only to name a few in the novel were all deeply developed crew giving the reader a smooth ride from the beginning till the end.

    Get ready for a fast paced, warm, funny, sweet and easy read that will keep you intrigued till the end. Would I recommend this McKettrick series "An Outlaw's Christmas"...my answer would be YES!

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  • Posted February 13, 2013

    Highly recommended

    Always enjoy Linda Lael Miller books. Captivating, and keeps you wanting to read more.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2013

    Great Western Christmas story

    First book I bought after recieving my Nook at Christmas from my husband. Enjoyed the story and found Nook easy to use. I have enjoyed other books from Linda Leal Miller and this one is great too!

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

    Great Read!

    I am never, ever dissappointed with these books written by Miller!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2012

    A poor example of her usual books.

    I found this book thin in the characters and lacking in the usual lively and interesting story-telling. The ending was a hurry-up and get as many of the relatives in the story without a real meaningful ending. A real disappointment. I hope her next book will live up to her usual standards.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Good book

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  • Posted November 6, 2012

    Highly Recommended!

    I love all of Linda Lael Miller books and this is no exception! Great Story! Love that Linda always incorporates her characters from her other stories! Love that I can pictures each story in my mind as I am reading! I can picture the snow the school house etc! Thank you Linda Lael Miller for another great story!! Can't wait until your next one!

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  • Posted November 2, 2012

    Really enjoyed this!

    I always love her books and this one didn't disappoint. Great for a quick holiday read!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 26, 2012

    A really great book, I very much enjoyed it as I do all her book

    A really great book, I very much enjoyed it as I do all her books, she is a great author.Made me think how lucky we are today as in about 1910 things were so hard and kids were lucky to get things for Christmas. One Christmas my husband had been in hospital and we almost wasn`t able to give our kids Christmas and that still bothers me, this book made me count my blessings

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  • Posted October 26, 2012

    Must Read

    This was a great book read. Linda Lael Miller does it again!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2012

    A must read...

    Linda Lael Miller does it again...always a pleasure to read her books!

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