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Ms. Russo?” he asked, looking down at the woman in the house. He had spoken to her by phone but hadn’t met her yet.

Emily looked up, trying not to gasp as she saw that the men stood almost two feet taller than her and had broad shoulders that threatened to bulge out of the dark green western-style shirt. “Jerry, was it?”

Yes, ma’am.”

Please, call me Emily. You’re a little early, so why don’t you wait in the barn, and I’ll be out in a bit,” she told him, and shut the door when he and his friend headed toward the rustic barn.

Emily quickly ran a brush through her hair and pulled on her riding gloves before heading out. She glanced once around the house for Sam, the overseer, but he was still out plowing. Her attackers were all tall and muscular, and she couldn’t help but wonder if these two were also going to assault her. She took a deep breath and headed out to the barn. They needed this sale if they were going to buy feed that would last through the winter.

Sorry about that,” she said, and skirted around the two men when she went to the horse’s stalls. “Can you ride a horse?”

Both of them nervously glanced at her. Her scent blew by them with the breeze, and they fought to control their natural instincts as the mere smell made their throats burn with thirst.

Yes, ma’am, I can,” Jerry said, watching her closely. The man standing next to him was scanning the barn with an odd look on his face, and his hands slowly curled into tight fists.

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