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do was let the goat be and hope he tired himself out in time for intervention. Because a person trying to save one could well end up needing a doctor.
    The woman making that mistake was Annie Sheridan. He had to admit she made quick work of cutting free the wire, but he could see she’d been battered and bruised. Her blond hair was damp with sweat, her face smeared with mud and blood.
    The kid next to Tucker was a big beefy guy whipping the side of his leg with a pair of thick gloves.
    He nudged the boy, who did a double take. “Lend me your gloves.”
    “Annie told us not to step in,” he said. “It could be dangerous.”
    “I understand.”
    The boy looked him up and down, then handed him the pair. Tucker slid them on as he shouldered his way closer to Annie and the struggling goat.
    She had just managed to cut the second to last wire curled around the goat’s right horn when the back-leg kicking started again. Tucker ducked what could have been a very unfortunately placed hoof, then lunged forward, one hand on the back of the animal, the other grabbing on to his horn.
    “What the... Get out of here, you idiot!”
    “Cut the damn wire.” Tucker was holding the goat’s head back, just enough to unbalance him so he couldn’t lean on his front legs. “Now.”
    Annie, grunting as the goat’s body slammed her in the side, got the final wire cut.
    Tucker had to use both hands to steady the terrified creature, while Annie quickly and efficiently cleared away the loosened wire fragments from his other horn.
    The goat was free now, but he didn’t know it, and Tucker didn’t want to release him until Annie was out of the way. But she was too busy shouting at him to move to see that his position was stronger.
    It was someone from the crowd that finally got her attention. An older man ran up, yelling, “Annie, get the hell out of there.”
    She did. Quick on her feet even with that prodigious frown on her face.
    Tucker stopped looking at her and focused on making his own exit. It took a highly uncoordinated jump straight back, after which he nearly fell on his ass, but the goat did the right thing and ran toward the barn.
    “What the hell were you thinking?”
    For the first time, he got a good, clear look at the woman who’d just yelled at him, her fury uncompromised by her dirty face or her breathless exhaustion.
    He didn’t answer. He was too busy accepting the fact that he had found Leanna Warner.

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    “W ELL , THIS IS PERFECT ,” Annie said, shaking her head. “Of course you’re Tucker Brennan.”
    “And you’re Annie Sheridan.”
    She nodded, made an abortive move to shake his hand, but her gloves were still on and her body had decided to alert her to a whole symphony of hurts and burns. What she would feel like when the adrenaline faded was going to be torture. “Welcome to Safe Haven,” she said. “You’re bleeding.”
    He followed her gaze down to his arm where there was now a rip in his shirt. There was blood, but while the cut was long, it wasn’t deep. “Damn. I like this shirt.”
    “Sorry about that.” She looked him over, just beginning to appreciate that the man in front of her was in a league she didn’t come across anymore. The McAllister brothers were prime examples of tall, dark and handsome, no doubt about it. The sheriff and Matt Gunderson, too. But Brennan had a different kind of good looks.
    Even with the rip in his shirt and those hefty gloves, she could picture him sipping champagne at a ritzy social event as naturally as riding the range. He wasn’t New York fancy, though, which became very clear when he tugged off the gloves. There were some calluses, and he had a tan that wasn’t perfect enough to have come from relaxing at the spa.
    He was a gentleman rancher, certainly...with thick dark hair, a strong face and intense green eyes, all of which she shouldn’t be noticing. He was doing his own inventory of her assets and liabilities, and she couldn’t begrudge him.