Free The Outlaw (Montana Men Book 3) by Vanessa Vale Page B

sheriff. I remember seeing the tin star on his chest. Just like Mr. Stevens."
    The sheriff of August Point. The town was several hours away, but it was a small world out here. If I remembered correctly, his name was Ryder Graves. If there were a crooked or cruel sheriff in the area, Stevens would have said. It was my assumption the man was a worthy husband.
    "And the second man?"
    "Emily's husband. Let me think. Wyatt...Wyatt Blake from the Lewistown area."
    "I do know Wyatt. Since we both own ranches and sell our cows, we travel in similar circles. He seems like a decent sort."
    "Mr. Meecham, Sr, he was older. You said he was a terrible man. If he was anything like his son, then it would have been a nightmare."
    I couldn't agree more and gave her a squeeze of reassurance. She was in my arms and safe from Junior and I told her so.
    "Yes, I am thankful, but I wonder how she could have misjudged Mr. Meecham so egregiously."
    I rolled her underneath me, my leg coming between hers. "It doesn’t matter now. You are mine and I am quite pleased."
    She looked up at me through pale lashes as she bit her lip. "You are?"
    "You question after all we did yesterday?"
    She blushed prettily but didn't reply.
    "Then I will have to show you how pleased I am." Nudging her legs wider, I settled my hips between the cradle of her thighs, nudged at her pussy. "I don't even have to see if you're wet for me. You're full of my seed."
    "You are quite proud of yourself for this."
    I grinned. "Immensely. No doubt my seed will take root immediately, for we have tried hard enough. But let's ensure this, shall we?"
     
    CAROLINE
     
    I awoke to sounds from downstairs. Finn had left me to sleep after yet another bout of fucking. The room was bright, the sun well up in the sky. Chores needed to be done; the men had taken over his tasks yesterday, however, he felt obligated to return to them today. It was his ranch and he needed to run it, although he did promise to return at lunch if Mrs. Campbell hadn't returned with clothing for me. He seemed quite pleased that I was naked and without nary a stitch to wear. He'd ruined my shift, my drawers had disappeared, and my dress buttons were scattered in all directions across the parlor floor. My corset was still serviceable, however that was all I possessed.
    Slipping on one of his shirts Finn had given me to wear, I tiptoed to the top of the stairs and peeked down. The garment swamped my tiny frame so that I had to roll up the sleeves to use my hands, and the bottom came to just above my knees. It provided reasonable modesty, but there would be no question as to what Finn and I had been up to. Everyone most certainly was aware of our activities while alone yesterday, especially with the very satisfied grin Finn sported when he left, but it was another for me to flaunt it in just his shirt.
    Mrs. Campbell had given me a reprieve, coming up the stairs with a brown paper parcel so I didn't have to search her out. She smiled at me as she met me on the landing. "Here you are. A few summer dresses to start you off. No doubt you'll want to go and pick out things on your own that match your taste soon enough."
    I smiled back. "Thank you, Ma'am. I was most certainly in need."
    She arched a brow at my shirt and I flushed.
    "Your bag is downstairs. I'll bring it up later."
    I was not sure what to say to the woman, who had a much better grasp of the way things were run than I did. "I'll...I'll just dress and go find Finn."
    "He should either be in the stable at this time of day or perhaps in the paddock beyond. If not, one of the men will know."
    Thirty minutes later I took the path to the stable. The house was set back away from the other ranch buildings, which, from what I could see, included a very large stable, a barn with a second story hayloft, and a few other buildings that dotted the landscape. I assumed the furthest structure where the men slept was set back behind the stable.
    The front doors of the stable were open