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      Chapter One

      Returning to Lost River had not been in Wolf O‘Malley’s plans. But a couple of days ago he’d learned of his father’s death nearly two months earlier. The news had come as a shock, but he hadn’t returned to pay his last respects to his father. He’d come out of respect to his mother’s memory and to claim what should rightfully be his. He wanted nothing that had belonged to the O’Malleys; it was the dowry that his mother had taken into her marriage, land that had belonged to her family for generations, that he’d come for. Willow O‘Malley had died when he was ten, but time had not dulled his memories of her. Her spirit, he knew, would not rest easy with her land in the hands of Katherine O’Malley, Frank’s second wife.

      He had sent no word of his arrival ahead. Surprise was always an advantage, and where Katherine was concerned, a man would be a fool not to use any advantage in his favor. Last night he’d stayed in Phoenix, intending to make his presence first known when he walked into Bradford Dillion’s law office at nine this morning. But a mixture of emotions had refused to allow him to rest. He’d risen before dawn, and now, as the first rays of light were barely peeking over the horizon, he sought out his father’s grave.

      The O’Malley plot, the burial site of four generations of his father’s family, loomed ahead of him, enclosed by a low iron fence. Standing in front of one of the graves was a woman. Her thick black hair was plaited into a single braid that hung nearly to her waist, and she was clothed in faded jeans, a blue blouse and sneakers.

      Changing direction slightly, he used a nearby tree to mask his approach until he could get a look at her face. Pretty, of Mexican descent, he noted. His gaze narrowed as recognition dawned. She’d matured, lost that girlish, impish look, but he knew without a doubt that the woman was Sarita Lopez. So what was she doing at his family plot? The last he recalled, she had no connection to anyone in his family. While he watched, she bowed her head and clasped her hands together, presumably saying a prayer.

      Leaving the shadow of the tree, he continued to the plot, stepping over the low fence instead of entering through the break left for visitors.

      Sarita straightened abruptly as a flash of boot caught her eye. No one ever came

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