A Cowboy for Christmas

A Cowboy for Christmas

Excerpt: <br />A very loud pounding on the door startled everyone then. <br /> <br />“Well, who on earth could that be at this hour? And in this weather?” Lottie asked. “I swear, that knockin’ nearly startled me right out of my skin!” <br /> <br />“Me too, Mama,” Savannah agreed. In fact, her heart was still racing. <br /> <br />“We aren’t expectin’ anyone, are we, Lottie?” Bill asked. <br /> <br />“No. Not at all,” Lottie said. <br /> <br />Savannah watched as Bill quickly strode toward the door. He grabbed the rifle he’d set next to it when he’d entered earlier and then called, “Hello? Who’s that?” <br /> <br />A deep, masculine voice answered from the other side of the door. “Mr. Dickerson? It’s me, Trenner Barnett. Do you remember me, sir?” <br /> <br />“Trenner Barnett?” Bill mumbled, frowning as he immediately pulled the bolt on the door and opened it. <br /> <br />A gust of merciless wind and blowing snow whooshed into the house in the wake of the man who stepped in.... <br />