About the Book
The Cattleman's Daughter #1
by Danni Roan
Genre: Western Romance
Katrion (Katie) James, the oldest daughter of the Broken J ranch has always been the serious, responsible one. Can she finally let go and answer the call of her heart, or will her mother’s dying words forever bind her to a life without a love of her own?
Strong, independent and dedicated to her family Katie believes that life is all about responsibility. Working alongside her father to see that the ranch is successful she has all but forgotten she is a woman.
Wilson Robertson, is down on his luck and tired of dusting the trails. Pushing thirty he longs for a piece of land of his own; a home. But when he meets the Cattleman's daughter his dreams could be lost for ever.
Can two people determined to live up to their responsibilities learn that there is more to caring and loving than simply doing the right thing? Find out in this sweet historical western romance.
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Will Robertson was down at the heels and down on his luck. He’d finished his turn at driving a big herd up from Texas, just to have the foreman cheat the hands out of half their pay. He was fed up, angry, and tired of working his tail off for another man.
There had to be something better.
He looked out across the bustling dusty streets of Kansas City and sighed. At least he had a few dollars, his horse and rig he thought, looking at the red-freckled pony at the hitching rail before him. But how was that going to help him now? Cow hands were a dime a dozen on the streets of this town. He’d be hanged before he went back to Texas with the crew he’d come up with.
He had to face it - there was nothing for him; he didn’t want to sign on for another trail drive and he wasn’t cut out for city life.
He’d just have to see if he could find work and soon, or he’d be plumb broke. He looked at his faded jeans, dusted them off as best he could with his tattered hat, and headed to the mercantile across the street. Maybe someone had posted a job there.
On the other side of the street a large sign hanging above the false-fronted square building read James’ General Mercantile.
Perhaps the owner would know of a place he could get a cheap meal and maybe find a job.
A tiny bell tinkled above the door announcing his arrival as he stepped into the store. The smell of leather, burlap and spices assailed his senses as he stood a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dimmer light of the interior.
At first it didn’t appear that anyone was minding the store, and he took the time to scan the shelves and display tables filling the space. Barrels, crates and burlap sacks lined the front wall under a bright display window. Small square tables were stacked with denim trousers, a variety of shirts, and even boots. A display of small and larger farm implements, brightly colored tins, jars, and bottles filled shelves on the other two walls.
Suddenly, a slim middle-aged woman popped up from behind the tall counter near the rear of the establishment. She must have been reaching for something on the bottom of the floor-to-ceiling height shelves arrayed along the back wall.
“Well, hello there,” she said cheerfully. “What can I get for ya?” Her bright smile was contagious and he couldn’t help but smile back as he crossed the well-stocked room in a few strides.
“Mornin’ ma’am, I’m wonderin’ if you know of a cheap place to get some grub, and maybe if there’s any work around.”
“Come a little closer,” she called, waving her hand at him impatiently, “so I can get a look at ya.”
He stepped up to the long wooden counter, and for just a moment he felt like a prize bull at auction as her sharp blue eyes assessed him.
“Cowpuncher, are ya?” she asked, almost to herself as she studied him.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied quietly, twisting his tattered Stetson in his hands.
“Jeramiah!” she bellowed over her shoulder, making Will jump. “Don’t you worry son; my husband will know just what to do with you.”
“What are you hollerin’ about now, woman?” A man’s voice boomed as heavy foot falls crashed down a set of stairs at the back of the building.
“We got a fella needin’ work,” she yelled back with a twinkle in her eye.
“Oh, we do, do we?” the voice replied inquisitively, just as a tall square man stepped out of the doorway behind her and grinned.
For a moment, Will Robinson considered bolting as the man looked at him with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Well, young man, what kinda work are you looking for?” the older man asked with a smile.
“Ranch work, of course, sir,” Will replied, feeling like he couldn’t quite get his bearings, even if he had both feet firmly planted on the plank floor.
“That’s grand, just grand,” the big man boomed. Chuckling, threw an arm around Will's shoulders. “Now why don’t you come on upstairs and we’ll have a cup of coffee, and you can tell me all about yourself. I think I know just the job for you.”
About the Author
Orignally from Western Pennsylvania she now resideds in Osceola County Florida, where she lives with her greatest supporter, her husband.
A long time horse lover she adds a variety of horsey elements to her stories helping readers to understand the important part the magnificent creatures played in building our great nation.
Danni works as a teacher of English overseas and the multi-national setting gives her a unique perspective in developing her characters. Using this knowledge Danni endeavors to infuse her writing with the flavor of the true melting pot of the USA.
Danni enjoys, camping, swimming, hiking, and baking as well as reading and writing. She hopes you will enjoy reading her little tales as much as she enjoys writing them.
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