Kalen Barrett stared up at the letters burned into a half-timber over the ranch entrance. She knew the owner of the place was part Comanche, knew her uncle--like most Texans--didn't cotton to half-breeds. But Kalen was desperate for a job, and Taylor Savage ran the biggest spread for miles. Surely he was not as untamed as his name and his heritage might suggest.
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