About the Book
Montana Gallagher Series #1
by MK McClintock
Genre: Western Romance
Briarwood, Montana Territory - October 1882
Brenna Cameron travels from Scotland after losing someone she loves in search of family she didn't know existed. Alone now in the world, Brenna makes an arduous journey, following the trail of discovery to Briarwood, Montana. Here she meets Ethan Gallagher, and the rest of the Gallagher clan. Only with their help is she able to discover lost family, heal old wounds and embark on a treacherous confrontation with a man who destroyed her family.
As head of the Gallagher clan, Ethan has more than enough to occupy his thoughts and time-he didn't need the complication of Brenna Cameron and he certainly didn't need the trouble that came with her. Ethan takes on the unwanted duty of self-appointed protector to the headstrong Scot, only to discover there is such a thing as second chances and more to life than revenge.
Enjoy an unexpected western experience that will take you from the Scottish Highlands to the Montana frontier. If you love adventure, danger, and timeless love, you'll enjoy Gallagher's Pride, the first in a series about a frontier family's legacy, healing old wounds, and fighting for the land they love.
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“Ethan, I can’t.” She refused to follow him down the slope. He turned back and rode up beside her, his leg brushing up against hers.
“I thought that this is why you came here.” Ethan spoke in a calm, soothing voice and behaved as though he possessed all the time in the world.
“It was. To be sure, it is, but I thought to do it in my own time.” She watched as that blasted brow of his rose up, but his eyes showed something else—compassion perhaps? Brenna didn’t want compassion or sympathy. She just wanted to not be there.
“You didn’t think you’d ever get this far, did you?” He wasn’t patronizing.
He seemed to understand, which she found she didn’t appreciate. “Of course I thought I would get this far, just not this far this soon.” Resigned, she looked down the hill to the ranch house below. “I haven’t prepared myself and then everything you’ve said about the man since I’ve arrived has made me somewhat wary of the man.”
Ethan smiled. “I haven’t said much of anything about Hunter.”
“That I know and there’s the problem. It’s what you and your family have not said that has me worried.”
“But that hasn’t changed your mind.”
Brenna shook her head. “No. I didn’t come all of this way not to face him, but there was something in all of your expressions this morning at the table that had me wondering what he could have done to evoke such hatred in strangers.”
“Perhaps our reasons are no different than yours?”
Her head turned quickly to meet his eyes but she said nothing and gave nothing away.
“I won’t feel comfortable with you under our roof, at least not with everything between Hunter and my family.” Brenna looked concerned and tried to hide it. “You said you had your own grievances with the man and that’s your business, but as long as you’re at the Peak you’re bound to be caught up in the middle of our . . . disagreements. I’d like for you to stay on at the ranch, but I won’t feel right about it until you understand what you could be up against.”
Brenna listened and sat thoughtfully, her dutiful mare patiently grazing. “Then why not tell me?”
Ethan sighed, somewhat impatiently. “Because it wouldn’t be right. Our hate could cloud everything we say and you need to make your own judgments about your grandfather. After, if you decide to stay for a time at the Peak, then at least you’ll know the whats and whys.”
“That’s kind reasoning coming from a man who claims to hate him as much as you do.”
Ethan didn’t bother remarking on that observation.
She respected Ethan’s sense of right and fairness. Brenna didn’t travel across an entire ocean, leaving behind everything she knew, without finding her answers. She wouldn’t turn scared and run now. With a straight back and determined frame of mind she nodded to Ethan. “All right, I’m ready but . . .”
Ethan waited, saying nothing, though he could see her inner struggle. This woman knew how to survive and if there was ever a quality Ethan respected, it was the will to endure. He knew what she was trying to say, but he wanted her to ask him. He didn’t know why, but he needed her to ask.
“I know it’s a right I don’t have . . . I mean I know you hate my grandfather and you probably never want to see him and you have a lot to do back at your own ranch . . .”
“What is it?” His whispered question calmed her racing heart.
“Will you go down there with me and be there when I meet him?”
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