Sam McCants was a steer-ropin', dust-on-his-britches kind of cowboy. So what in tarnation was this purebred Texan thinking, getting himself hitched to a citified bride--even if the arrangement was just for two months? Why, Faith Courtland had barely uttered "I do" before she took off for Lonesome Rock Mountain, muttering about some family inheritance.
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