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      The Cowboy Arrangement

      Susanne Collins has her hands full raising her four orphaned nieces and nephews and managing the family farm. So when her cowboy neighbor proposes he plant her crops in exchange for keeping his wild horses in her corrals, Susanne hesitantly takes the deal. Soon her reluctance to accept help ebbs, and she wonders if Tanner Harding will he prove to be the strong, solid man she’s been hoping for...

      Half–Native American Tanner has always been adrift in a white man’s world. Yet the beautiful stand-in mother and her ready-made family give him a sense of belonging for the very first time. But can he convince Susanne to take a chance and welcome him not just into her home but also into her heart?

      Montana Cowboys: These brothers live and love by the code of the West

      “I agree to your plan. With a few conditions.”

      Tanner stiffened, guarding his heart against the words he expected. Stay away from the children. Don’t forget you’re a half-breed.

      “The children must be treated kindly at all times. And I don’t want them getting hurt because of the horses.”

      Nothing about his heritage? Nothing at all?

      “Ma’am, there is no need for such conditions. I would never be unkind to a child. Or an adult. Or an animal. Everyone deserves to be treated with respect. And I would never put anyone in danger. For any reason.”

      “Then we have a deal.” Susanne held her hand out.

      He took it before she remembered he was a half-breed, and marveled at her firm grip despite the smallness of her hand.

      Inside his heart, buried deep, pressed down hard beneath a world of caution, there bubbled to the surface a desire to protect.

      The one thing he meant to protect was his heart. No one, especially a fragile blonde woman, would be allowed near it.

      “We have a deal,” he said.

      Their agreement would certainly solve two problems. But he wondered if it would create a whole lot more to take their place.

      LINDA FORD lives on a ranch in Alberta, Canada, near enough to the Rocky Mountains that she can enjoy them on a daily basis. She and her husband raised fourteen children—four homemade, ten adopted. She currently shares her home and life with her husband, a grown son, a live-in paraplegic client and a continual (and welcome) stream of kids, kids-in-law, grandkids, and assorted friends and relatives.

      The Cowboy’s

      Ready-Made Family

       Linda Ford

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

      —Zephaniah 3:17

      Dedicated to the memory of my grandson, Julien Yake, who passed away July 2015 at age 19; and to his mother, who will forever mourn him.

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Bible Verse

       Dedication

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Epilogue

       Dear Reader

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      Spring 1899

      Near Granite Creek, Montana

      The skin on the back of Tanner Harding’s neck tingled. Something—or someone—watched him.

      He slowly straightened from leaning against the fence but kept his eyes on the horses corralled behind the barricade of intertwined thick branches. He didn’t want to alert whatever rustled behind him that he was aware of its presence. He crossed his arms as if his sole purpose was admiring the wild mares he’d captured, but one hand slipped down to the handle of the knife he carried on his belt. Whether it be man or beast, Tanner didn’t intend it to succeed in attacking him.

      A slight sound indicated the stalker had moved toward Tanner’s right, to the little grove of trees. A bear? It was too quiet and it didn’t smell. A cougar? A big cat would be up the tree waiting for a chance to pounce. A man? That seemed most likely.

      He

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