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    Stealing My Heart - Clean Historical Western Romance
    Stealing My Heart - Clean Historical Western Romance
    Stealing My Heart - Clean Historical Western Romance
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    Stealing My Heart - Clean Historical Western Romance

    By Johanna Jenkins

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    There are not many people that dare travel alone in the Wild West, but Bruce Jackson is one of them. With an unquenchable passion to spend his days in the rough desert, he stumbles upon a small town in the middle of nowhere. There, he meets the Red-Haired Thief, Mindy Rowe, a woman that gets by with stealing money from banks in small, remote towns. However, what will happen when she threatens him with a gun to save her from that town's sheriff? Can what starts out as a peculiar adventure, end up being a day that changes both their lives?

    A Standalone Short Story with no cliffhanger! 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClean & Wholesome Romance Club
    Release dateNov 22, 2018
    ISBN9781386791362
    Stealing My Heart - Clean Historical Western Romance

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      Stealing My Heart - Clean Historical Western Romance - Johanna Jenkins

      Stealing my Heart

      Chapter 1:

      Chasing the Dream

      Every day in the desert is a harsh and unforgiving one. That was the first lesson Bruce learned in his travels. That’s why he always preferred to travel early in the morning, while the day was still young and the air still cool. Today, however, was a rather peculiar day, He’d woken up late. He never woke up late in the desert.

      Aside from that, Bruce noticed several other concerns that morning. First, he was running out of water. I must be getting tired and light-headed. You know it Bruce, this is the first rule of the desert; you’re never supposed to have no water.

      Second, there was a lack of long shades. Since he was almost out of water, he knew he would have to seek shade from the cacti and the tall rocks along the way. However, the sun was already high in the sky by the time he woke up. The shadows were getting shorter, and his covered wagon was doing half its job protecting him from the scorching sun. Another misfortune. Me, Bruce Jackson, the man who never wakes up late, to do just that. The guys back home are sure to have a laugh at me when I tell them this.

      The third sign was a flock of crows that insisted at following him. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the black devils, but he knew that he was running out of luck faster than he was running out of water, and the crows seemed to know it. His father always told him: ‘there are many things that you can change son, but luck is not one of them.’ And he’s now six feet in the ground back in the village; a game of poker turned bad they said. May God rest his soul.

      Bruce was a man in his late thirties with short black hair. He had the look of the poor farmer. He was still unmarried, and still looking for a suitable bride. Bruce wasn’t picky in his jobs, nor his food, but when it came to women he was the most picky of them all. None of the girls back home were of his liking, though many of them seemed to fancy him. From a very young age, Bruce seemed to have that effect on women. But he was never the one to make the first move, and he generally considered himself unlucky in the matters of heart.

      Before setting off on this journey, though, his old mother gave him a pretty clear order: Find a woman and get married. Bruce had to agree. He thought about that; maybe that’s what kept him up last night. It’s time to marry and stop the talks around the village. I’m 36 now, and every girl suitable for me is way past the marring age. I can’t keep ma worrying though. If her last wish is to see me with a woman on my side, then so be it. Easier said than done, though, especially in the desert!

      When he was younger, Bruce boasted that he had never fallen in love.

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