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With the heart of a cowboy, Clay McKettrick plans to start a ranch and finally settle down. He isn't interested in uprooting Dara Rose and her children, but he is interested in giving her protection, friendship—and passion. And when they say "I do" to a marriage of convenience, the temporary lawman's Christmas wish is to make Dara Rose his permanent wife .
"Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget."-#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
"Miller tugs at the heartstrings as few authors can . . ."-Publishers Weekly
"Likable protagonists, a wealth of memorable secondary characters, and a... heart-touching plot make this warm, family-centered, information-rich 1910 prequel to Miller's 'Montana Creeds' trilogy a good choice for series fans and new readers as well."-Library Journal on A Creed Country Christmas
"Completely wonderful. Austin's interactions with Paige are fun and lively and the mystery that began in Tate's story ends with Austin's love story and adds quite a suspenseful punch."-RT Book Reviews on McKettricks of Texas: Austin
If the spark-throwing screech of iron-on-iron hadn't wrenched Clay McKettrick out of his uneasy sleep, the train's lurching stop—which nearly pitched him onto the facing seat—would surely have done the trick.
Grumbling, Clay sat up straight and glowered out the window, shoving splayed fingers through his dark hair.
Blue River, Texas. His new home. And more, for as the new marshal, he'd be responsible for protecting the town and its residents.
Not that he could see much of it just then, with all that steam from the smokestack billowing between the train and the depot.
The view didn't particularly matter to him, anyhow, since he'd paid a brief visit to the town a few months back and seen what there was to see—which hadn't been much, even in the sun-spangled, blue-sky days of summer. Now that winter was coming on—Clay's granddad, Angus, claimed it snowed dust and chiggers in that part of Texas—the rutted roads and weathered facades of the ramshackle buildings would no doubt be of bleak appearance.
With an inward sigh, Clay stood to retrieve his black, round-brimmed hat and worn duster from the wooden rack overhead. In the process, he allowed himself to ponder, yet again, all he'd left behind to come to this place at the hind end of beyond and carve out a life of his own making.
He'd left plenty.
A woman, to start with. And then there was his family, the sprawling McKettrick clan, including his ma and pa, Chloe and Jeb, his two older sisters and the thriving Triple M Ranch, with its plentitude of space and water and good grass.
A fragment of a Bible verse strayed across his brain. The cattle on a thousand hills
There were considerably fewer than a thousand hills on the Triple M, big as it was, but the cattle were legion.
To his granddad's way of thinking, those hills and the land they anchored might have been on loan from the
Almighty, but everything else—cows, cousins, mineral deposits and timber included—belonged to Angus Mc-Kettrick, his four sons and his daughter, Katie.
Clay shrugged into the long coat and put on his hat. His holster and pistol were stowed in his trunk in the baggage compartment, and his paint gelding, Outlaw, rode all alone in the car reserved for livestock.
The only other passenger on board, an angular woman with severe features and no noticeable inclination toward small talk, remained seated, with the biggest Bible Clay had ever seen resting open on her lap. She seemed poised to leap right into the pages at the first hint of sin and disappear into all those apocalyptic threats and grand promises. According to the conductor, a fitful little fellow bearing the pitted scars of a long-ago case of smallpox, the lady had come all the way from Cincinnati with the express purpose of saving the heathen.
Clay—bone-tired, homesick for the ranch and for his kinfolks, and wryly amused, all of a piece—nodded a respectful farewell to the woman as he passed her seat, resisting the temptation to stop and inquire about the apparent shortage of heathens in Cincinnati.
Most likely, he decided, reaching the door, she'd already converted the bunch of them, and now she was out to wrestle the devil for the whole state of Texas. He wouldn't have given two cents for old Scratch's chances.
A chill wind, laced with tiny flakes of snow, buffeted Clay as he stepped down onto the small platform, where all three members of the town council, each one stuffed into his Sunday best and half-strangled by a celluloid collar, waited to greet the new marshal.
Mayor Wilson Ponder spoke for the group. "Welcome to Blue River, Mr. McKettrick," the fat man boomed, a blustery old cuss with white muttonchop whiskers and piano-key teeth that seemed to operate independently of his gums.
Clay, still in his late twenties and among the youngest of the McKettrick cousins, wasn't accustomed to being addressed as "mister"—around home, he answered to "hey, you"—and he sort of liked the novelty of it. "Call me Clay," he said.
There were handshakes all around.
The conductor lugged Clay's trunk out of the baggage car and plunked it down on the platform, then busily consulted his pocket watch.
"Better unload that horse of yours," he told Clay, in the officious tone so often adopted by short men who didn't weigh a hundred pounds sopping wet, "if you don't want him going right on to Fort Worth. This train pulls out in five minutes."
Clay nodded, figuring Outlaw would be ready by now for fresh air and a chance to stretch his legs, since he'd been cooped up in a rolling box ever since Flagstaff.
Taking his leave from the welcoming committee with a touch to the brim of his hat and a promise to meet them later at the marshal's office, he crossed the small platform, descended the rough-hewn steps and walked through cinders and lingering wisps of steam to the open door of the livestock car. He lowered the heavy ramp himself and climbed into the dim, horse-scented enclosure.
Outlaw nickered a greeting, and Clay smiled and patted the horse's long neck before picking up his saddle and other gear and tossing the lot of it to the ground beside the tracks.
That done, he loosed the knot in Outlaw's halter rope and led the animal toward the ramp.
Some horses balked at the unfamiliar, but not Outlaw. He and Clay had been sidekicks for more than a decade, and they trusted each other in all circumstances.
Outside, in the brisk, snow-dappled wind, having traversed the slanted iron plate with no difficulty, Outlaw blinked, adjusting his unusual blue eyes to the light of midafternoon. Clay meant to let the gelding stand un-tethered while he put the ramp back in place, but before he could turn around, a little girl hurried around the corner of the brick depot and took a competent hold on the lead rope.
She couldn't have been older than seven, and she was small even for that tender age. She wore a threadbare calico dress, a brown bonnet and a coat that, although clean, had seen many a better day. A blond sausage curl tumbled from inside the bonnet to gleam against her forehead, and she smiled with the confidence of a seasoned wrangler.
"My name is Miss Edrina Nolan," she announced importantly. "Are you the new marshal?"
Amused, Clay tugged at his hat brim to acknowledge her properly and replied, "I am. Name's Clay McKettrick."
Edrina put out her free hand. "How do you do, Mr. McKettrick?" she asked.
"I do just fine," he said, with a little smile. Growing up on the Triple M, he and all his cousins had been around horses all their lives, so the child's remarkable ease with a critter many times her size did not surprise him.
It was impressive, though.
"I'll hold your horse," she said. "You'd better help the railroad man with that ramp. He's liable to hurt himself if you don't."
Clay looked back over one shoulder and, sure enough, there was the banty rooster of a conductor, struggling to hoist that heavy slab of rust-speckled iron off the ground so the train could get under way again. He lent his assistance, figuring he'd just spared the man a hernia, if not a heart attack, and got a glare for his trouble, rather than thanks.
Since the fellow's opinion made no real never-mind to Clay either way, he simply turned back to the little girl, ready to reclaim his horse.
She was up on the horse's back, her faded skirts billowing around her, and with the snow-strained sunlight framing her, she looked like one of those cherub-children gracing the pages of calendars, Valentines and boxes of ready-made cookies.
"Whoa, now," he said, automatically taking hold of the lead rope. Given that he hadn't saddled Outlaw yet, he was somewhat mystified as to how she'd managed to mount up the way she had. Maybe she really was a cherub, with little stubby wings hidden under that thin black coat.
Up ahead, the engineer blew the whistle to signal imminent departure, and Outlaw started at the sound, though he didn't buck, thank the good Lord.
"Whoa," Clay repeated, very calmly but with a note of sternness. It was then that he spotted the stump on the other side of the horse and realized that Edrina must have scrambled up on that to reach Outlaw's back.
They all waited—man, horse and cherub—until the train pulled out and the racket subsided somewhat.
Edrina smiled serenely down at him. "Mama says we'll all have to go to the poorhouse, now that you're here," she announced.
"Is that so?" Clay asked mildly, as he reached up, took the child by the waist and lifted her off the horse, setting her gently on her feet. Then he commenced to collecting Outlaw's blanket, saddle and bridle from where they'd landed when he tossed them out of the railroad car, and tacking up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the town-council contingent straggling off the platform.
Edrina nodded in reply to his rhetorical question, still smiling, and the curl resting on her forehead bobbed with the motion of her head. "My papa was the marshal a while back," she informed Clay matter-of-factly, "but then he died in the arms of a misguided woman in a room above the Bitter Gulch Saloon and left us high and dry."
Clay blinked, wondering if he'd mistaken Edrina Nolan for a child when she was actually a lot older. Say, forty.
"I see," he said, after clearing his throat. "That's unfortunate. That your papa passed on, I mean." Clay had known the details of his predecessor's death, having been regaled with the story the first time he set foot in Blue River, but it took him aback that Edrina knew it, too.
She folded her arms and watched critically as he threw on Outlaw's beat-up saddle and put the cinch through the buckle. "Can you shoot a gun and everything?" she wanted to know.
Clay spared her a sidelong glance and a nod. Why wasn't this child in school? Did her mother know she was running loose like a wild Indian and leaping onto the backs of other people's horses when they weren't looking?
And where the heck had a kid her age learned to ride like that?
"Good," Edrina said, with a relieved sigh, her little arms still folded. "Because Papa couldn't be trusted with a firearm. Once, when he was cleaning a pistol, meaning to go out and hunt rabbits for stew, it went off by accident and made a big hole in the floor. Mama put a chair over it—she said it was so my sister, Harriet, and I wouldn't fall in and wind up under the house, with all the cobwebs and the mice, but I know it was really because she was embarrassed for anybody to see what Papa had done. Even Harriet has more sense than to fall in a hole, for heaven's sake, and she's only five."
Clay suppressed a smile, tugged at the saddle to make sure it would hold his weight, put a foot into the stirrup and swung up. Adjusted his hat in a gesture of farewell. "I'll be seeing you, chatterbox," he said kindly.
"What about your trunk?" Edrina wanted to know. "Are you just going to leave it behind, on the platform?"
"I mean to come back for it later in the day," Clay explained, wondering why he felt compelled to clarify the matter at all. "This horse and I, we've been on that train for a goodly while, and right now, we need to stretch our muscles a bit."
"I could show you where our house is," Edrina persisted, scampering along beside Outlaw when Clay urged the horse into a walk. "Well, I guess it's your house now."
"Maybe you ought to run along home," Clay said. "Your mama's probably worried about you."
"No," Edrina said. "Mama has no call to worry. She thinks I'm in school."
Clay bit back another grin.
Posted October 12, 2011
I was very disappointed in this book its like you knew what was going to happen from the start plus the fact that it starts on page 9 with only 143 pages when I pay 9.99 for a book i would like a little more than that also In the last few books that I have read of hers she has to give the dog a character roll don't get me wrong i love dogs but lately all her books are the same . Lynn56ls
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Posted September 8, 2011
In 1914, wannabe rancher Clay McKettrick leaves Arizona and buys land and accepts the position of Marshal of Blue River, Texas. However, when he arrives in town, he finds the house that goes with the job occupied by three females. Twenty something seamstress Dara Rose Nolan was married to Clay's late womanizing predecessor and their two daughters (Edwina and five years old Harriet) still reside in the abode. He refuses to toss the trio out especially with Christmas coming soon. Instead he moves into the jail.
When he learns the town plans to sell the house if he fails to move in, Clay offers Dara Rose a marriage of convenience so he can protect her and her children and they can remain in their home. As he falls in love with the three females starting with Edwina who is seven years old going on forty, Clay knows he must earn the trust of the widow and the younger daughter who both distrust males.
The latest McKettrick of Texas historical romance (see Austin, Tate and Garrett) is a warm Christmas tale starring a competent Dudley Do-Right hero, a precious seven year old child, her frightened sister and a distrusting mom. Readers will enjoy spending the holidays with Clay and his new family.
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Posted August 2, 2011
It's been awhile since I have read a book by Linda Lael Miller, makes me want to dig out my other books by her and reread them. Definately read more books of hers.
Clay McKettricks want to start his own ranch so he moved away from his family to texas. Clay plans to mark time over winter as a new sherriff in town. Thier is a small house that comes with the sherriff job, but the last sherriff widow and two daughters still live thier. Soon as Clay gets his horse of the train Edrina comes up to hold his reins so he can help the train conducter shut the car up. Edrina is up on the horse bareback when Clay turns around. I love Edrina she is smart,nice and funny at age 7. She tells Clay that now he is thier they will have to go to poor house.
Clay tells Dara Rose for now he will bunk at jail. The mayor tells her she needs to be out after Christmas if the new sherriff does not want it the town will sell the house.
Dara Rose does not know where to turn. Her choices are to be a ranch housekeeper and cook than after a year the ranger might marry her, but girls are not welcome. The other choice is work at brothel and girls cant live her. Thier is no way she is leaving her girls.
When Clay hears what the Mayor says he proposes marriage to Dara Rose right now it will be in name only and hope that one day will be a real mariage.
I like this good christmas story. I was given this ebook in exchange for honest review.
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Posted January 22, 2012
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This was just a simple easy feel good read. It had a beginning, middle and ending and was nice to read in the evening before ending the day.
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You know when you find an author that you really like, and you decide you want to try and read everything they've written? Yeah, that's why I read this book. Linda's writing is different than some of the other "cowboy" authors I've read. But it's still captivating and keeps me turning the pages. Normally I'm not a fan of historical. However, this one didn't bother me much. The struggles I have with historical tend to be the pace and language. I want to read it quick and enjoy the ride. In A Lawman's Christmas I was able to do that.
Dara Rose is a strong female character who's trying to make it through winter by herself. She's determined to be the best for her children given the circumstances. I love that through all the obstacles she faced she was there for her daughter's first and foremost. The relationship between Dara and Clay is one of convenience in the beginning, but that doesn't last long, even though she's not willing to admit to it.
Clay McKettrick is only serving as the town lawman temporarily. He's a respectful man, but doesn't seem to really want to get to know anyone on more than a superficial level. Except for Dara Rose. I loved the different ways he managed to drop by the house, or run into Dara just to see her. He's an easy to fall in love with alpha, that's for sure.
The book is set in the winter and it's got a lot of focus on Christmas. If you like a sweet, historical, western I'd recommend it.
Posted March 19, 2012
Clay McKettrick arrives in Blue River ready to start stand on his own and get from under his family's shadow. Fresh off of heartbreak, he takes a temporary job as Blue River's sheriff. His primary goal is to build his own ranch, start a family, and strike out on his own. However, when he arrives to Blue River he realizes that the cabin promised to him is occupied by the widow of the previous sheriff. Clay can't help connecting with the adorable struggling family.
I completely heart this sweet Christmas story. Dara Roses's little girls are so adorable and every time they appear in the novel they tug on my heart strings. I loved how the story came together piece by piece. I would have given the story an "awesome" rating but I didn't like how the story ended rather abruptly. I was a bit disappointed because I was having such a good time. This is a sweet romance. There are no steamy scenes until the epilogue so no worries if you want to avoid it. I can't say much else without giving anything away but I totally loved it.
Posted March 8, 2012
Again the McKettrick family are fascinating and wonderful strong people and are so enjoyable to read about. Sure makes one wish they were there in person and could be a friend or member of the family. They are flawed just like the rest of us, but they are really fun to read about. Ms Miller again has written a super-duper series and am trying to acquire the whole series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 27, 2012
Linda Lael Miller is always a wonderful read ... and you won't be disappointed on this one either. You have a beautiful widow with children, and the exciting lawman who comes to her rescue. It may have been a little simplified -- it could have used a bit more detail here and there -- but overall, a great read!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 8, 2012
You cannot go wrong with the McKettrik's, it is always a good story to read regardless to if it is modern day or back in the day. Linda Lael Miller has really done a great job with all the McKettricks. This was a very sweet and endearing book. I thought Edwina the oldest daughter was just delightful. She kept everybody on their toes but that does sound like those McKettricks. Clay was so good with the children, between him and Edwina Dara Rose didn't stand a chance. Great job Mrs. MILLER! I hope you keep the McKettricks coming.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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