Lawless (Loving Jack Series #3)

Lawless (Loving Jack Series #3)

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by Nora Roberts
     
 

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Half-Apache and all man, Jake Redman was more than a match for the wild Arizona Territory. Sarah Conway, on the other hand, was an Eastern lady who belonged anywhere else but on the rugged land Jake loved. Still, the stubborn beauty was determined to make Lone Bluff her home . . .

Though Jake was annoyed to find himself playing guardian angel to this

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Half-Apache and all man, Jake Redman was more than a match for the wild Arizona Territory. Sarah Conway, on the other hand, was an Eastern lady who belonged anywhere else but on the rugged land Jake loved. Still, the stubborn beauty was determined to make Lone Bluff her home . . .

Though Jake was annoyed to find himself playing guardian angel to this tantalizing innocent, he was even more disgusted to find he liked it. Because beneath Sarah's ladylike demeanor beat the heart of a true pioneer, a women he yearned to make his own.

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ISBN-13:
9780373835928
Publisher:
Harlequin
Publication date:
10/01/2003
Series:
Loving Jack Series, #3
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
4.19(w) x 6.63(h) x 0.92(d)

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Lawless


By Nora Roberts

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-83592-2


Chapter One

He wanted a drink. Whiskey, cheap and warm. After six weeks on the trail, he wanted the same kind of woman. Some men usually managed to get what they wanted. He was one of them. Still, the woman could wait, Jake decided as he leaned against the bar. The whiskey couldn't.

He had another ninety long, dusty miles to go before he got home. If anybody could call a frying pan like Lone Bluff home. Some did, Jake thought as he signaled for a bottle and took his first gut-clenching gulp. Some had to.

For himself, home was usually the six feet of space where his shadow fell. But for the past few months Lone Bluff had been as good a place as any. He could get a room there, a bath and a willing woman, all at a reasonable price. It was a town where a man could avoid trouble - or find it, depending on his mood.

For now, with the dust of the trail still scratchy in his throat and his stomach empty except for a shot of whiskey, Jake was just too tired for trouble. He'd have another drink, and whatever passed for a meal in this two-bit town blown up from the desert, then he'd be on his way.

The afternoon sunlight poured in over the swinging doors at the saloon's entrance. Someone had tacked a picture of a woman in red feathers to the wall, but that was the extent of the female company. Places like this didn't run to providing women for their clientele. Just to liquor and cards.

Even towns like this one had a saloon or two. A man could depend upon it, the way he could depend on little else. It wasn't yet noon, and half the tables were occupied. The air was thick with the smoke from the cigars the bartender sold, two for a penny. The whiskey went for a couple of bits and burned a line of fire straight from the throat to the gut. If the owner had added a real woman in red feathers, he could have charged double that and not heard a single complaint.

The place stank of whiskey, sweat and smoke. But Jake figured he didn't smell too pretty himself. He'd ridden hard from New Mexico, and he would have ridden straight through to Lone Bluff except he'd wanted to rest his horse and fill his own stomach with something other than the jerky in his saddlebags.

Saloons always looked better at night, and this one was no exception. Its bar was grimy from hundreds of hands and elbows, dulled by spilled drinks, scarred by matchtips. The floor was nothing but hard-packed dirt that had absorbed its share of whiskey and blood. He'd been in worse, Jake reflected, wondering if he should allow himself the luxury of rolling a cigarette now or wait until after a meal.

He could buy more tobacco if he had a yearning for another. There was a month's pay in his pocket. And he'd be damned if he'd ever ride cattle again. That was a life for the young and stupid - or maybe just the stupid.

When his money ran low he could always take a job riding shotgun on the stage through Indian country. The line was always looking for a man who was handy with a gun, and it was better than riding at the back end of a steer. It was the middle of 1875 and the easterners were still coming - looking for gold and land, following dreams. Some of them stopped in the Arizona Territory on their way to California because they ran out of money or energy or time.

Their hard luck, Jake thought as he downed his second whiskey. He'd been born here, and he still didn't figure it was the most hospitable place on the map. It was hot and hard and stingy. It suited him just fine.

"Redman?"

Jake lifted his eyes to the dingy glass behind the bar. He saw the man behind him. Young, wiry and edgy. His brown hat was tipped down low over his eyes, and sweat glistened on his neck. Jake nearly sighed. He knew the type too well. The kind that went out of his way looking for trouble. The kind that didn't know that if you hung around long enough it found you, anyway.

"Yeah?"

"Jake Redman?"

"So?"

"I'm Barlow, Tom Barlow." He wiped his palms on his thighs. "They call me Slim."

The way he said it, Jake was sure the kid expected the name to be recognized ... shuddered over. He decided the whiskey wasn't good enough for a third drink. He dropped some money on the bar, making sure his hands were well clear of his guns.

"There a place where a man can get a steak in this town?" Jake asked the bartender.

"Down to Grody's." The man moved cautiously out of range. "We don't want any trouble in here."

Jake gave him a long, cool look. "I'm not giving you any."

"I'm talking to you, Redman." Barlow spread his legs and let his hand hover over the butt of his gun. A mean-looking scar ran across the back of his hand from his index finger to his wrist. He wore his holster high, a single rig with the leather worn smooth at the buckle. It paid to notice details.

Easy, moving no more than was necessary, Jake met his eyes. "Something you want to say?"

"You got a reputation for being fast. Heard you took out Freemont in Tombstone."

Jake turned fully. As he moved, the swinging door flew back. At least one of the saloon's customers had decided to move to safer ground. The kid was packing a .44 Colt, its black rubber grip well tended. Jake didn't doubt there were notches in it. Barlow looked like the type who would take pride in killing.

"You heard right."

Barlow's fingers curled and uncurled. Two men playing poker in the corner let their hands lie to watch and made a companionable bet on the higher-stakes game in front of them. "I'm faster. Faster than Freemont. Faster than you. I run this town."

Jake glanced around the saloon, then back into Barlow's dark, edgy eyes. "Congratulations." He would have walked away, but Barlow shifted to block him. The move had Jake narrowing his eyes. The look came into them, the hard, flat look that made a smart man give way. "Cut your teeth on somebody else. I want a steak and a bed."

"Not in my town."

Patience wasn't Jake's long suit, but he wasn't in the mood to waste time on a gunman looking to sharpen his reputation. "You want to die over a piece of meat?"

Jake watched the grin spread over Barlow's face. He didn't think he was going to die, Jake thought wearily. His kind never did.

"Why don't you come find me in about five years?" Jake told him. "I'll be happy to put a bullet in you."

"I found you now. After I kill you, there won't be a man west of the Mississippi who won't know Slim Barlow."

(Continues...)



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Lawless (Loving Jack Series #3) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 32 reviews.
Suzanne70 More than 1 year ago
This is a cowboy romance which takes place in the late 1800's. The main character, Jake keeps the story moving as does his romantic interest in a very spirited young woman. I do not usually like this type of story but this one kept my interest all the way through.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best western romance books I have read and I have read a lot of them. It compares with Sandra Brown's Another Dawn. Both are great reads.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love Nora Roberts.
Love_Reading59 More than 1 year ago
Horse and buggy days are not generally my favorite setting for a book, but this book was full of adventure and romance - very entertaining. I would highly recommend it to anyone.
jj23JW More than 1 year ago
Interesting to the very last page. Nora has done it again, with excitement, mystery & detail. A Must Read!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
the book is great ! its one of my favorites by her. shes an amazing writer i havent read a book by her yet thats bad
Guest More than 1 year ago
I would definately recommend this book. It was a joy to read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Fast read, awesome book, didn't want it to end... I kept wanting to know more about Jake and Sarah.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book!!!! It was so hard to put down once I got started. Nora Roberts is the best!!!! I love all her books.!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I laughed outloud so many times w both books. And i also felt the pain & sorrow. Just really really good :) rhonda hopkins
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
LOVE THIS STORY!! Incredibly GOOD! My favorite Nora Roberts book! Fast paced, action packed, steamy love story! I've read it many times, never gets old. The humor and the old western references are so charming, I can't get enough. I wish Ms. Roberts would write more of this genre. The protagonist Jake is all man, and Sarah is a wonderfully strong woman. The plot perfect. I highly recommend this story. S.A.K.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love books about the american west & this one does not disappoint!! Please check it out, you will love it. The gunfighter, outcast & the strong good girl, I love romantic westerns. Very good read, one of my favorite!!!
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