Wrangled by The Rancher (Men of the West #3) Read Online Joann Baker, Patricia Mason

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Men of the West Series by Joann Baker
Series: Patricia Mason
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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Wyatt Whitfield had given up a life of danger to become a rancher, hoping to soothe his jagged soul. When his friend and fellow agent asked him to keep a witness safe on his ranch, he’d expected to do just that—not to fall in love with the quiet, strong beauty. Now, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her—even if it means letting her go.
Marissa Thomas wasn’t sure who she was anymore. When her brother disappeared into the local drug cartel, she’d given up everything she’d known to find him, uncaring that her own life was in jeopardy from the notorious drug lord responsible for her brother’s disappearance. She was willing to put her safety in the hands of sexy cowboy and former agent Wyatt Whitfield, but she hadn’t expected to leave her heart there as well

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CHAPTER ONE

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Wyatt watched the dust trail kicked up from a car approaching his ranch. He sat on the back of his favorite horse, Rumble, a huge tan and white roan, near the top of the ridge behind his house. He had a pretty good inkling of who was coming to see him—and he wasn’t happy. Not happy at all.

One of his best friends had called him just days ago, saying he needed a favor.

And, of course, Wyatt had immediately said yes without asking any questions. That was what you did for friends.

Ride free or die, wasn’t that the old adage?

He and Clay and their other friend, Ethan, had been in more than a few past ride-or-die situations. Clay was a district attorney in Grand Junction, and Ethan worked for the FBI in Denver. Wyatt, however, was retired from the game of fighting the bad guys. He’d seen enough bloodshed and heartache to last him a lifetime. He’d served his country for five years after graduating from college and then given it another eight years as an agent with the FBI. He was only thirty-five, but some days he felt a hundred and five. Life as a soldier and lawman did that to a man. Burned him from the inside out.

He turned his attention away from the approaching vehicle, taking in the scenery around him, trying to soothe his soul as he did every morning. He’d settled in Canyon Ridge because of that peace and serenity the mountains and the valleys gave him. Plus, it wasn’t a very populated area. The county boasted only seven hundred souls or so. And his ranch, The Last Mission, was home to over twenty of those.

Wyatt employed men who had also seen too much pain and dying in one lifetime. Ex-soldiers, mercenaries, and retired lawmen from Texas Rangers to county sheriffs. Men who had to go on living but sometimes didn’t want to. Old souls, as his foreman, Buck, called them. They were damn good workers and loyal to a fault—which was something he had the feeling he was going to need in the next few weeks. Clay hadn’t said much, but what he hadn’t said had been enough to give Wyatt a pretty good picture of the possible shit storm to come.

“Let’s go, Rumble,” Wyatt urged his horse forward. “Let’s go see what I’ve gotten myself into.”

Wyatt made it back to his house before the car traveled the distance from the highway. There was only one way in and one way off his property—if one didn’t count the long, torturous ride over the mountain range that butted up against his land.

And even then, it was difficult to slip in unnoticed. Wyatt’s men patrolled the area regularly and lived there as well. One even built and used drones with infrared cameras for surveillance—a hobby that had come in handy a time or two when some lowdown drifter decided to try and rustle himself a beef or two for a quick dollar.

He dismounted from his horse in front of the barn, handing his reins over with a silent nod at the cowhand that came out to take the spotted stallion. Wyatt had captured the horse a few years ago after one of his men had reported the stallion had been hurt in a rock slide. The horse had been trying to save the wild mares that ran with him. Wyatt had caught him and brought him back to the ranch. He’d patched him up then began working with him, slowly breaking him into the saddle. It had taken months, but now the horse was one of the best cattle horses around. Wyatt would be breeding him in the year to come, and he expected some fine offspring, especially since a few of the fillies had followed him and were now also part of his stock.

“Thanks, Joe, appreciate it.” He gave the stallion a gentle slap on the rear as the cowboy led him into the barn.


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