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Authors: B. J. Daniels
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CARDWELL BEWARE
The Cardwell clan has a new, mysterious member. Dana Cardwell warmly welcomed her Justice cousin into the family fold and to the ranch for a reunion. But this cunning kin has other plans for Dana…and designs on her husband, Hud.
Hilde Jacobson has known Dana too long to let her best friend get conned—or worse, killed. Unfortunately Hilde is no match for a skilled impostor who’s duped everyone in the canyon. Only Deputy Marshal Colt Dawson believes Hilde’s claims about the phony relation; only his strong arms have saved her from “accidents” intended to get her out of the way. Together can they convince the Cardwells that a predator lurks in their happy home?
The man was too handsome for his own good.
Deputy Marshal Colt Dawson had gotten his straight, thick black hair from his father, who was Native American, and his startling blue eyes from his Irish mother. On top of that, he was tall, broad shouldered, with slim hips and long legs, and had this grin that…
Hilde shook herself again, shocked that she’d let her thoughts go down that particular trail. It was flattering that Colt had asked her out, but she was his age and he hadn’t dated a woman his own age since he’d come to Big Sky. Let alone one who was looking for something more than a good time.
As she started to turn away from the front window of her fabric store, Needles and Pins, she saw the man across the street at the front table in the deli get up and leave. Colt quickly took his place, his blue-eyed gaze coming up suddenly as if he knew Hilde would be standing there.
Hilde quickly stepped back, but she couldn’t help smiling as she hurried to the counter at the back of the store.
“Why didn’t you go out with him?” her best friend Dana Cardwell had asked her. “What would it have hurt?”
She hadn’t had an answer at that moment. But she did now. A man like Colt Dawson was capable of breaking her heart.
USA TODAY Bestselling Author
B.J. Daniels
Cardwell Ranch
Trespasser
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA TODAY
bestselling author B.J. Daniels wrote her first book after a career as an award-winning newspaper journalist and author of thirty-seven published short stories. That first book,
Odd Man Out,
received a four-and-a-half-star review from
RT Book Reviews
and went on to be nominated for Best Intrigue that year. Since then, she has won numerous awards, including a career achievement award for romantic suspense and many nominations and awards for best book.
Daniels lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and two springer spaniels, Spot and Jem. When she isn’t writing, she snowboards, camps, boats and plays tennis. Daniels is a member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, International Thriller Writers, Kiss of Death and Romance Writers of America.
To contact her, write to B.J. Daniels, P.O. Box 1173, Malta, MT 59538, or email her at
[email protected]
. Check out her website,
www.bjdaniels.com
.
Books by B.J. Daniels
HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE
897—CRIME SCENE AT CARDWELL RANCH
996—SECRET OF DEADMAN’S COULEE*
1002—THE NEW DEPUTY IN TOWN*
1024—THE MYSTERY MAN OF WHITEHORSE*
1030—CLASSIFIED CHRISTMAS*
1053—MATCHMAKING WITH A MISSION*
1059—SECOND CHANCE COWBOY*
1083—MONTANA ROYALTY*
1125—SHOTGUN BRIDE‡
1131—HUNTING DOWN THE HORSEMAN‡
1137—BIG SKY DYNASTY‡
1155—SMOKIN’ SIX-SHOOTER‡
1161—ONE HOT FORTY-FIVE‡
1198—GUN-SHY BRIDE**
1204—HITCHED!**
1210—TWELVE-GAUGE GUARDIAN**
1234—BOOTS AND BULLETS‡‡
1240—HIGH-CALIBER CHRISTMAS‡‡
1246—WINCHESTER CHRISTMAS WEDDING^
1276—BRANDED†
1282—LASSOED†
1288—RUSTLED†
1294—STAMPEDED†
1335—CORRALLED†
1353—WRANGLED†
1377—JUSTICE AT CARDWELL RANCH
1413—CARDWELL RANCH TRESPASSER
*Whitehorse, Montana
‡Whitehorse, Montana: The Corbetts
**Whitehorse, Montana: Winchester Ranch
‡‡Whitehorse, Montana: Winchester Ranch Reloaded
†Whitehorse, Montana: Chisholm Cattle Company
Other titles by this author available in ebook format.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Deputy Marshal Colt Dawson—
He would have done anything to get close to the owner of the sewing shop. Even risk his life to save her.
Hilde Jacobson—
The owner of Needles and Pins suspected something was wrong the moment she met her best friend’s cousin.
Dana Cardwell—
She had no idea what she was getting into when she discovered a cousin she didn’t know she had–and invited her to Montana.
Hud Cardwell—
The marshal, glad to see his wife so happy, missed what was really going on.
Dee Anna Justice—
The woman who had taken her roommate’s identity thought her luck had changed when the invitation came to visit Montana and a cousin she’d never met.
Rick Cameron—
He should have known how dangerous it could be when he followed “Dee” to Montana.
This book is dedicated to my editor, Denise Zaza, and all the readers who didn’t want to leave the “canyon” and Cardwell Ranch. Thanks for talking me into this.
Chapter One
Just inside the door, she stopped to take a look around the apartment to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. This place, like all the others she’d lived in, held no special sentimental value for her. Neither would the next one, she thought. She’d learned a long time ago not to get too attached to anything.
The knock on the other side of the door startled her. She froze, careful not to make a sound. The building super, Mr. McNally, again, wanting the back rent? She should have left earlier.
Another knock. She thought about waiting him out, but her taxi was already downstairs. She would have to talk her way out of the building. It wasn’t as if this was the first time she’d found herself in a spot like this.
She opened the door, ready to do whatever it took to reach her taxi.
It wasn’t Mr. McNally.
A courier stood holding a manila envelope, a clipboard and a pen.
“Dee Anna Justice?” he asked.
She looked from him to the envelope in his hand. It looked legal. Maybe some rich uncle had died and left Dee Anna a fortune.
“Yes?”
He glanced past her into the empty apartment. She’d sold all the furniture and anything else that wasn’t nailed down. Seeing him judging her living conditions, she pulled the door closed behind her. He didn’t know her. How dare he? He had no idea what kind of woman she was, and he certainly wasn’t going to judge her by the mess she’d left in the apartment.
She cocked a brow at him, waiting.
“I need to see some identification,” he said.
Of course he did. It was all she could do not to smile. Well, sneer, as she produced a driver’s license in the name of Dee Anna Justice. She’d known where to get a fake ID since she was fourteen.
He shifted on his feet and finally held the pen out to her and showed her where to sign.
She wrote
Dee Anna Justice
the way she’d seen her former roommate do it dozens of times, and held out her hand impatiently for the envelope, hoping there was money inside. She was due for some good news. Otherwise the envelope and its contents would end up with the rest of the trash inside the apartment.
“Thanks a lot,” she said sarcastically, as the courier finally handed it over. She was anxious to rip into it right there, but she really needed to get out of here.
It wasn’t until she was in the backseat of the cab, headed for the train, that she finally tore open the envelope and pulled out the contents. At first she was a little disappointed. There was only a single one-page letter inside.
As she read the letter through, though, she began to laugh. No rich uncle had died. But it was almost as good. Apparently Dee Anna had a cousin who lived on a ranch in Montana. She ran her finger over the telephone number. According to the letter, all she had to do was call and she would be on her way to Montana. With a sob story, she figured she could get her “cousin” to foot most if not all of her expenses.
She had the cabdriver stop so she could buy a cell phone in the name of Dee Anna Justice. After she made her purchase she instructed the driver to take her to the airport, where she bought a first-class ticket. She couldn’t wait to get to Montana and meet her cousin Dana Cardwell.
Chapter Two
“You’re never going to believe this.”
Hilde Jacobson looked up from behind the counter at Needles and Pins, her sewing shop at Big Sky, Montana, and smiled as her best friend came rushing in, face flushed, dark eyes bright. Her dark hair was pulled back, and she even had on earrings and makeup.
“You escaped?” Hilde said. “I don’t believe it.” Dana didn’t get out much since the birth of her twin boys last fall. Now she had her hands full with four children, all under the age of six.
Her friend dropped a packet of what appeared to be old letters on the counter. “I have family I didn’t know I had,” she said.
Hilde had to laugh. It wasn’t that long ago that Dana was at odds with her siblings over the ranch.
Family
had been a word that had set her off in an entirely different direction than happy excitement.
Last year she’d reunited with her siblings. Her sister, Stacy, and baby daughter, Ella; and brother Jordan and his wife, Deputy Marshal Liza Turner Cardwell, were now all living here in Big Sky. Her other brother, Clay, was still in California helping make movies.
“A cousin is on her way to Montana,” Dana announced. “We have to pick her up at the airport.”
“We?” Hilde asked, looking out the window at the Suburban parked at the curb. Normally the car seats were full and either Dana’s husband, Hud, or Stacy would now be wrestling a stroller from the back.
“Tell me you’ll go with me. I can’t do this alone.”
“Because you’re so shy,” Hilde joked.
“I’m serious. I’m meeting a cousin who is a complete stranger. I need you there for moral support and to kick me if I say something stupid.”
“Why would you say something stupid?”
Dana leaned in closer and, although there was just the two of them in the shop, whispered, “This branch of the family comes with quite the sordid story.”
“How sordid?” Hilde asked, intrigued but at the same time worried. Who had Dana invited to the ranch?
“I was going through some of my mother’s things when I found these,” Dana said, picking up the letters she’d plunked down on the counter and turning them in her fingers.
“That sounds positive,” Hilde said, “you going through your mother’s things.” Mary Justice Cardwell had died nearly six years ago. Because it had been so unexpected and because it had hit Dana so hard, she hadn’t been able to go through her mother’s things—let alone get rid of anything. Not to mention the fact that her siblings had tried to force her to sell the ranch after their mother’s death because Mary’s most recent will had gone missing for a while.
“About time I dealt with her things, wouldn’t you say?” Dana asked with a sad smile.
“So you found something in one of these letters?” Hilde asked, getting her friend back on track.
Dana brightened. “A family
secret!
”
Hilde laughed. “It must be on the Cardwell side of the family. Do tell.”
“Actually, that is what’s so shocking. It’s on the
Justice
side.” Climbing up on a stool at the counter, her friend pulled out one of the letters. “My mother had a brother named Walter who I knew nothing about. Apparently he left home at seventeen and married some woman of ill repute, and my grandparents disinherited him and refused to have his name spoken again.”
“
Seriously?
That is so medieval,” she said, stepping around the counter so she could read over Dana’s shoulder.
“This is a letter from him asking for their forgiveness.”
“Did they forgive him?”
“Apparently not. Otherwise, wouldn’t I have known about him?”
“So you tracked him down on the internet and found out you have a cousin and now she is on her way to Montana.”
“Walter died, but he left behind a family. I found one cousin, but there are apparently several others on that side of the family. Isn’t that amazing?”
“Amazing that you were able to find this cousin you know nothing about.” Hilde couldn’t imagine doing such a thing—let alone inviting this stranger to come visit—and said as much.
“It’s not like she’s a
complete
stranger. She’s my
cousin
. You know, since I had my own children, I realize how important family is. I want my kids to know all of their family.”
“Right,” Hilde said, thinking of the six years Dana had been at odds with her siblings. She’d missed them a lot more than she suspected they’d missed her. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
Dana laughed. “If you’re so worried, then you absolutely must come to the airport with me to pick her up.”
“How did you get out alone?” Hilde asked, glancing toward the street and the empty Suburban again.
“Stacy is babysitting the twins, and Hud has Mary and Hank,” Dana said, still sounding breathless. It was great to see her so happy.
“How are you holding up?” Hilde asked. “You must be worn out.”
Hilde babysat occasionally, but with Stacy, Jordan and Liza around, and Hud with a flexible schedule, Dana had been able to recruit help—until lately. Jordan and Liza were building their house on the ranch and Stacy had a part-time job at Needles and Pins and another one working as a part-time nanny in Bozeman. Mary was almost five and Hank nearly six. The twins were seven months.
“I’m fine, but I am looking forward to some adult conversation,” Dana admitted. “With Stacy spending more time in Bozeman, I hardly ever see her. Jordan and Liza are almost finished with their house, but Jordan has also been busy with the ranch, and Liza is still working as a deputy.”
“And I haven’t been around much,” Hilde added, seeing where this was going. “I’m sorry.”
“We knew expanding the shop was going to be time-consuming,” Dana said. “I’m not blaming you. But it is one reason I’m so excited my cousin is coming. Her name is Dee Anna Justice. She’s just a little younger than me—and guess what?” Dana didn’t give Hilde a chance to guess. “She didn’t know about us, either. I can’t wait to find out what my uncle Walter and the woman he married were like. You know there is more to the story.”
“I’m sure there is, but let’s not ask her as she gets off the plane, all right?”
Dana laughed. “You know me so well. That’s why you have to come along. Dee Anna is in between jobs, so that’s good. There was no reason she couldn’t come and stay for a while. I offered to help pay her way since she is out of work. I couldn’t ask her to come all the way from New York City to the wilds of Montana without helping her.”
“Of course not,” Hilde said, trying to tamp down her concern. She was a natural worrier, though—unlike Dana. It was amazing that they’d become such close friends. Hilde thought things out before she acted. Dana, who wasn’t afraid of anything, jumped right in feetfirst without a second thought. Not to mention her insatiable curiosity. Both her impulsiveness and her curiosity had gotten Dana into trouble, so it was good her husband was the local marshal.
For so long Dana had had the entire responsibility of running Cardwell Ranch on her shoulders. Not that she couldn’t handle it and two kids. But now with the twins, it was good that Jordan was taking over more of the actual day-to-day operations. Dana could really start to enjoy her family.
“I’ll get Ronnie to come in,” Hilde said. “She won’t mind watching the shop while I’m gone with you to pick up your cousin.”
“I have another favor,” Dana said, and looked sheepish. “Please say you’ll help show my cousin a good time while she’s here. Being from New York City, she’ll be bored to tears hanging around the ranch with me and four little kids.”
“How long is she staying?” Hilde asked.
Dana shrugged. “As long as she wants to, I guess.”
Hilde wondered if it was wise to leave something like this open-ended, but she kept her concerns to herself. It was good to see Dana so excited and getting a break from the kids that she said, “Don’t worry, you can count on me, but I’m sure your cousin will love being on the ranch. Did she say whether or not she rides?”
“She’s a true city girl, but Hud can teach anyone to ride if she’s up for it.”
“I’m sure she will be. Did she tell you anything about her family?”
Dana shook her head. “I still can’t believe my grandparents had a son they never mentioned. Or, for that matter, that my mother kept it a secret. It all seems very odd.”
“I’m sure you’ll get to the bottom of it. When is she arriving?” Hilde asked, as she picked up the phone to call Ronnie.
“In an hour. I thought we could have lunch in Bozeman, after we pick her up.”
Fortunately, Ronnie didn’t mind coming in with only a few minutes’ notice, Hilde thought as she hung up. Hilde suddenly couldn’t wait to meet this mysterious Justice cousin.
* * *
D
EPUTY
M
ARSHAL
C
OLT
D
AWSON
watched Hilde Jacobson and Dana Savage come out of the sewing shop from his spot by the window of the deli across the street. Hilde, he noticed, was dressed in tan khakis and a coral print top she’d probably sewn herself. Her long golden hair was bound up in some kind of twist. Silver shone at her throat and ears.
Colt couldn’t have put into words what it was about the woman that had him sitting in the coffee shop across the street, just hoping to get a glimpse of her. Most of the time, it made him angry with himself to be this besotted with the darned woman since the feeling was far from mutual.
As she glanced in his direction, he quickly pretended more interest in his untouched coffee. He’d begun taking his breaks and even having lunch at the new deli across from Needles and Pins. It was something he was going to have to stop doing since Hilde had apparently started to notice.
“She’s going to think you’re stalking her,” he said under his breath, and took a sip of his coffee. When he looked again she and Dana had driven away.
“I figured I’d find you here,” Marshal Hud Savage said, as he joined him. Colt saw Hud glance across the street and then try to hide a grin as he pulled up a chair and sat down.
He realized it was no secret that he’d asked Hilde out—and that she’d turned him down. Of course Hilde told her best friend, Dana, and Dana told her husband. Great—by now everyone in the canyon probably knew.
The “canyon,” as it was known, ran from the mouth just south of Gallatin Gateway almost to West Yellowstone, miles of winding road along the Gallatin River that cut deep through the mountains.
Forty miles from Bozeman was the relatively new town of Big Sky. It had sprung up when Chet Huntley and a group of men started Big Sky Ski Resort up on Lone Mountain.
Hud ordered coffee, then seemed to study him. Colt bristled at the thought of his boss feeling sorry for him, even though he was definitely pitiful. He just hoped the marshal didn’t bring up Hilde. Or mention the word
crush.
Hilde had laughed when he’d asked her out as if she thought he was joking. Realizing that he wasn’t, she’d said, “Colt, I’m flattered, but I’m not your type.”
“What type is that?” he’d asked, even though he had a feeling he knew.
She’d studied him for a moment as if again trying to decide if he was serious. “Let’s just say I’m a little too old, too serious, too...not fun for you.”
He knew he had a reputation around the canyon because when he’d taken the job, he’d found there were a lot of young women who were definitely looking for a good time. He’d been blessed with his Native American father’s black hair and his Irish mother’s blue eyes. Also, he’d sowed more than a few oats after his divorce. But he was tired of that lifestyle. More than that, he was tired of the kind of women he’d been dating.
Not to mention the fact that he’d become fascinated with Hilde.
Hilde was different, no doubt about it. He’d run into her a few times at gatherings at Hud and Dana’s house. She
was
serious. Serious about her business, serious about the life she’d made for herself. He’d heard that she had been in corporate America for a while, then her father had died and she’d realized she wasn’t happy. That was when she’d opened her small sewing shop in Big Sky, Montana.
Other than that, he knew little about her. She was Dana’s best friend, and they had started out as partners in the shop. Now Dana was a silent investor. Hilde also had her own house. Not one of the ostentatious ones dotting the mountainsides, but a small two-bedroom with a view of Lone Mountain. She’d dated some in the area, but had never been serious about anyone. At least that’s what he’d heard.
Some people talked behind her back, saying that she thought she was too good for most of the men around the area. Colt would agree she probably
was
too good for most of them.
“Maybe I’ve changed,” he’d suggested the day he’d asked her out.
Hilde had smiled at that.
It had been three weeks since she’d turned him down. He’d had numerous opportunities to date other women, but he hadn’t. He was starting to worry about himself. He figured Hud probably was, too, since the canyon was such a small community, everyone knew everyone else’s business.
“I thought I’d let you know I might be taking off some more time,” Hud said after the waitress brought him a cup of coffee. Neither of them had gotten into the fancy coffees that so many places served now in Big Sky. Hud had taken off some time when the twins were born and a few days now and then to help Dana.
“Things are still plenty slow,” Colt said, glad his boss wanted to talk about work. He and Hud had gotten close since he took the job last fall, but they weren’t so close that they could talk about anything as personal as women.
“Dana discovered she has a cousin she’s never met. She and Hilde have gone to pick her up. Stacy’s babysitting all the kids right now, so I have to get back. I’ll be in and out of the office, but available if needed. Dana wants me to teach her cousin to ride a horse. She’s going to try to talk Hilde into taking her cousin on one of the river raft trips down through the Mad Mile. I told her I’d do whatever she wants. As long as Dana is happy, I’m happy to go along with it,” he added with a grin.
“Wait, Hilde is going on a raft trip?” Colt couldn’t help but laugh. “Good luck with that.”