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Ranger had come to being killed.
    “Yes, he is.” She just hoped the handsome stranger was able to make a full recovery.
    Sarah finished bandaging his head and then checked his ribs. With Andy’s help, she tightly bound his chest to help them heal.
    “What do we do now?” Andy asked.
    She looked over at him. “There’s nothing we can do but wait. Why don’t you bring a chair in? That way one of us can sit with him in case he starts to stir. I wouldn’t want him to wake up and try to get out of bed without help. He might fall again and hurt himself even worse.”
    Andy went out to get one of the chairs from the kitchen and put it next to the bed.
    “I’ll sit with him first,” he offered.
    “Thanks, Andy. I’ll clean everything up and then see about starting dinner. Let’s just hope Papa gets back before too late.”
    They knew the longer he stayed in town drinking, the meaner he would be when he showed up at the ranch. They’d never understood his drunkenrages. They just knew it was safest to stay out of his way when he’d been drinking whiskey.
    “Let me know if our Ranger starts to stir at all,” she said.
    “I will,” Andy promised.

Chapter Three
    Sunset, Texas
    It was late when Texas Ranger Grant Spencer rode slowly down the dark, deserted main street of the lawless town. He spotted the Golden Nugget Saloon up ahead and reined in to dismount. He believed he was closing in on two of Les Jackson’s gang of murdering thieves. The gunmen had a reputation for drinking and gambling, so Grant figured the saloon was the best place to start looking for them in the small town.
    Determination filled Grant as he left his horse at the hitching rail and made his way up the street toward the saloon. If there was one thing he’d learned in his life, it was always to be ready for trouble, so he was cautious as he neared the entrance to the Golden Nugget.
    The saloon was crowded and noisy inside. The piano player was playing a raucous tune while the scantily clad saloon girls strutted around the room, waiting on customers. Grant was glad it was busy for no one would notice him standing just outside the swinging doors, shielded by the cover of darkness. He wanted to take a look around the bar andsee if he could spot any of the gunmen. They were all known to be quick on the draw, and Grant didn’t want to give them any chance to go for their weapons.
    Jim Harper, one of the fastest guns in Les Jackson’s gang, was having a fine time in the saloon. Les had believed the law was closing in on them, so he’d had his men split up for a while with plans to meet again near Canyon Springs in a few weeks. Harper and Cale Pierce had initially ridden off together, but they had parted ways not too long before.
    Harper had wanted to come to town and enjoy himself for a while, and Cale had wanted to keep riding. Harper was confident they’d outrun whoever had been tracking them, and so he had come into Sunset that afternoon ready to do some serious celebrating at the Golden Nugget. The town was known for its lawless ways, so he believed he could relax and enjoy himself there for a few days. He had been drinking heavily ever since. When the buxom blonde saloon girl he’d heard called “Sugar” sashayed past his table, he caught her by the arm and pulled her down onto his lap, enjoying the feel of her lush curves pressed tight against him. He thought Cale had been a fool for moving on. The man didn’t know what he was missing. He was going to have one fine time with the curvy blonde.
    “You looking to have some fun tonight, Sugar?” he asked, his gaze going over her hungrily.
    “You know I am,” she purred and leaned closerso he could get a better view of her cleavage, amply displayed by the low-cut neckline of her red satin gown. She’d been watching this man ever since he’d come into the saloon. He wasn’t the cleanest man there, but he obviously had money, and money could make her forgive a lot of faults—even