handle. Thank you for your concern."
People were starting to pour into the market. The presence of Rangers would create a problem for her sales. Especially if it looked like the Rangers were not purchasing anything.
"I really appreciate your concern, but I need to get my market day started. Thank you so much, Sheriff. And Mr.? What did you say your name was again?"
The man looked a bit irritated that she had not remembered his name.
"Abbott. Brent Abbott."
"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Abbott. I will be in touch if there are any other problems."
Sheriff Dyer tipped his hat. "Good day."
They walked off just in time for the market goers to come over and browse.
Lily kicked herself. She could have been a little nicer to that Ranger. But she had no idea how she would react when she was face with what she thought could be the beginning of an interesting relationship.
Chapter 4
When he first laid eyes on her, she took his breath away. She was like this shining light, an oasis in his desert of loneliness. Brent had not happened upon anyone who made his heart beat so immediately, not since Caroline.
Early that morning, he met with Sheriff Dyer to go over some of his first assignments. Very basic things like serving some of the ranchers with notifications on the specifics on ranch upkeep, and then policing the market to ensure the safety of not only those shopping, but of the sellers.
Dyer filled him in on the complete history of Lawrence Jones and his family's connection to Owen's Bluff. It seemed that the love- hate relationship spanned decades and was not going away anytime soon. Jones was not unlike the rest of his family. He was methodically purchasing land from Owen's Bluff through the next three towns over. Word was, his goal was to be the monopoly land owner in their area of middle Texas.
If Jones had the monopoly on land ownership, not only would it be tangible money in his pocket, but it would give him a power beyond measure. He would not only be able to buy land, but he could sell land at his own regard for whatever price he wanted because there would be no competition and the land would be prized.
Dyer went on and on about Jones and his money hungry ways, but all Brent wanted to know about was Lily.
It seemed insane to inquire about a woman that he had only laid eyes on once. As they approached, the woman stood there tidying up her booth. She had long jet black hair braided down her back, and dressed in a brown moccasin shirt adorned with delicate colored beading. As Brent and the Sheriff scanned the market, they came upon Lily being harassed by none other than Lawrence Jones.
There was a quiet strength about her. She did not appear helpless by the man's advances. In fact, she seemed self assured and confident as she stood her ground and did not give in to what he spoke.
As they approached, Jones walked off. Brent was not sure if he left because he did not want a confrontation to ensue or if he was done with the harassment for that moment. He seemed a calculated man.
Lily appeared relieved to see the sheriff. And when she spoke, her voice was light and airy. Her eyes were brown and welcoming, soft. Brent wanted instantly to protect her. But he was intrigued by the fact that she seemed to be able to take care of herself.
All night long, all he thought about was Lily. Where was she from? What her hair smelled like? Would she even speak to him if he approached her?
It was worth a try to go back to the market the next day to properly introduce himself.
Brent dropped Adam off with Miss Sarah and saddled his horse to ride off to the market. Dyer had given him a few assignments and he would take care of them along the way. His excuse for stopping at the market was to partake in some of the fresh cakes and produce that would be there to stock up for his day's work.
Once he rode into the market, he looked immediately for Lily. She was not there at the booth where she was the day before. His heart panicked. What
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