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Dear Reader,

Welcome to the third of three books starring a brand-new group of modern-day McKettrick men. Readers who have embraced the irrepressible, larger-than-life McKettrick clan as their own won't want to miss the stories of Tate, Garrett and Austin—three Texas-bred brothers who meet their matches in the Remington sisters. Sidelined by an injury, bad-boy rodeo star Austin McKettrick fears he's got nothing left to live for—until spirited nurse Paige Remington makes him dream of the happily-ever-after he hadn't thought he wanted.

I'm also writing today to tell you about a special group of people with whom I've become involved in the past couple of years. It is the Humane Society of the United States (HSUS), specifically their Pets for Life program.

The Pets for Life program is one of the best ways to help your local shelter—by helping to keep animals out of shelters in the first place. Something as basic as keeping a collar and tag on your pet all the time, so if he gets out and gets lost, he can be returned home. Being a responsible pet owner. Spaying or neutering your pet. And not giving up when things don't go perfectly. If your dog digs in the yard, or your cat scratches the furniture, know that these are problems that can be addressed. You can find all the information about these and many other common problems at www.petsforlife.org. This campaign is focused on keeping pets and their people together for a lifetime.

As many of you know, my own household includes two dogs, two cats and six horses, so this is a cause that is near and dear to my heart. I hope you'll get involved along with me.

With love,

Praise for the novels of
LINDA LAEL MILLER

“A passionate love too long denied drives the action in this multifaceted, emotionally rich reunion story that overflows with breathtaking sexual chemistry.”

—
Library Journal
on
McKettricks of Texas: Tate

“As hot as the noontime desert.”

—
Publishers Weekly
on
The Rustler

“This story creates lasting memories of soul-searing redemption and the belief in goodness and hope.”

—
RT Book Reviews
on
The Rustler

“Loaded with hot lead, steamy sex and surprising plot twists.”

—
Publishers Weekly
on
A Wanted Man

“Miller's prose is smart, and her tough Eastwoodian cowboy cuts a sharp, unexpectedly funny figure in a classroom full of rambunctious frontier kids.”

—
Publishers Weekly
on
The Man from Stone Creek

“[Miller] paints a brilliant portrait of the good, the bad and the ugly, the lost and the lonely, and the power of love to bring light into the darkest of souls. This is western romance at its finest.”

—
RT Book Reviews
on
The Man from Stone Creek

“Sweet, homespun, and touched with angelic Christmas magic, this holiday romance reprises characters from Miller's popular McKettrick series and is a perfect stocking stuffer for her fans.”

—
Library Journal
on
A McKettrick Christmas

“An engrossing, contemporary western romance.”

—
Publishers Weekly
on
McKettrick's Pride
(starred review)

“Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget.”

—#1
New York Times
bestselling author Debbie Macomber

LINDA LAEL MILLER
M
C
KETTRICKS OF TEXAS: AUSTIN

Also available from
LINDA LAEL MILLER
and HQN Books

The Stone Creek series

The Man from Stone Creek

A Wanted Man

The Rustler

The Bridegroom

The Mojo Sheepshanks series

Deadly Gamble

Deadly Deceptions

The Montana Creeds series

Logan

Dylan

Tyler

A Creed Country Christmas

The McKettricks series

McKettrick's Choice

McKettrick's Luck

McKettrick's Pride

McKettrick's Heart

A McKettrick Christmas

Don't miss the other adventures of the McKettricks of Texas, available now!

McKettricks of Texas: Tate

McKettricks of Texas: Garrett

For Wendy Diane Miller, my daughter.

I love you.

Acknowledgments

Every book presents its special challenges, as does every series. But some touch writers more deeply than others, and require more of them in terms of creativity, energy, depth of emotion. This trilogy, The McKettricks of Texas, was such an experience. There were times of soaring joy, of course; there was also a lot of difficulty. Without the help, patience and faith of my beloved editor, Joan Marlow Golan, and the constant encouragement of my agent, Irene Goodman, the books would have been far more challenging, if not impossible, to write. My love and heartfelt thanks to both of these amazing women.

M
C
KETTRICKS OF TEXAS: AUSTIN
PROLOGUE

San Antonio, Texas
October

E
IGHT SECONDS.

Outside the world of rodeo, it was hardly any time at all.

Add two thousand pounds of ticked-off bull—aptly named Buzzsaw—to the equation, though, and eight seconds could seem a whole lot like forever.

Standing at the bar in a little backstreet, hole-in-the-wall dive a more prudent man would likely have steered clear of, Austin McKettrick reflected on the ride he'd made a few hours before and wondered why he didn't feel more like celebrating.

For months now, ever since the first go-round with that particular bull, when he'd nearly been killed, Austin had thought about little else
except
riding Buzzsaw.

Now that he'd done it, and laid a demon or two to rest in the process, he was fresh out of worthy objectives.

A flicker in the mirror behind the bar drew Austin's attention; he adjusted his hat and scanned the shadowy width of the glass with an imperceptible movement of his eyes.

Shit,
he thought as he watched his brothers, Tate and Garrett, approach.

They were both cowboys, lean and tall, with broad shoulders and Clint Eastwood attitudes. Folks just naturally stepped out of their way.

Without turning around, Austin lifted his mug and took a long, slow sip of beer.

Tate, the eldest of the three, bellied up to the bar on Austin's right, while Garrett took the left side, both of them crowding into his space. As if he might not have noticed them otherwise. He grinned to himself and adjusted his hat again.

Pinky, the bartender, a woman in her mid-seventies with her hair plaited into a long gray braid and skin that glowed with good health behind a veil of wrinkles, appeared right away.

“What'll it be?” she asked, her gaze moving from Tate's face to Garrett's, but slipping right on past Austin's as if he weren't there.

Once married to one of the wranglers on the Silver Spur, Pinky was still a friend of the family. The wrangler, on the other hand, was long gone.

Tate, always a hand with the ladies, tugged at the brim of his hat, gentlemanlike, and favored the woman with that famous white-toothed smile of his. “Nothing for me, thanks,” he said, exaggerating the drawl. “How've you been, Pinky?”

“I'm holding up okay,” Pinky allowed. She smiled, nodded to Garrett. “I hear there's going to be a double wedding out there on the Silver Spur come this New Year's Eve. That true?”

“Sure is,” Garrett answered easily. “Your invitation will be along in the mail, Pinky.”

“So you're both getting hitched?” Pinky said after clucking her tongue at the marvel of it all.

“Yes, ma'am,” Tate replied. “I'm marrying Libby Remington, and Garrett's tying the knot with her sister, Julie.”

Pinky gave a long, low whistle of exclamation through her teeth. “Brothers marrying sisters. Don't that beat all? Your kids will be double-cousins, won't they?”

“Yep,” Garrett said.

At long last, Pinky fixed Austin with a look. “Tate's taking a wife,” she said, cutting straight to the chase. “So is Garrett. What's keeping
you
single, handsome?”

Tate and Garrett both leaned in a little, putting the squeeze on him.

Austin felt heat climb his neck, and he was glad for the dim, smoky light, because there were a few things he wanted to keep to himself.

Nobody needed to know he was embarrassed.

“I'm too young to get married,” he told Pinky, employing his most endearing grin.

“Nonsense,” Pinky blustered. “Marriage might settle you down a little. And you could do with some settling down, if you ask me.”

Austin refrained from pointing out that he
hadn't
asked her.

It was right about then that he felt a strange squeezing sensation in his lower back, and his left leg went numb to the knee. He shifted his weight to the right, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, but it didn't help much.

“Tate and I couldn't agree more,” Garrett chatted on. “Austin definitely ought to settle down. Quit bumming around the rodeo circuit, start a family, do something constructive with his life.”

Privately, Austin scoffed at his brother's remark. Garrett had a hell of a nerve making a speech like that. Up
until a few months ago, when Julie Remington had roped him in and then hog-tied him for good, Brother Number Two had worked for a United States senator and had his pick of smart, beautiful, willing women.

Tate hadn't exactly lived like a monk either, back in the wild days after he and Cheryl divorced and
before
he'd fallen back in love with Libby, his high school sweetheart and Julie's older sister.

The way they talked now, a person could almost imagine that they'd been living saintly and celibate lives right along.

Austin took a long swig of his beer and waited for the feeling in his leg to come back.

“Do you know what he did tonight?” Tate asked, on a roll now, resting an elbow on the bar and leaning earnestly in Pinky's direction.

“No tellin',” Pinky said with a shake of her head. “Could have been just about anything.”

“He rode Buzzsaw,” Garrett informed the bartender, as though Austin weren't standing right there between his brothers, both of them shoulder-mashing him. “Managed to draw the same bull that tore him apart last year. Took a whole team of surgeons to sew our baby brother back together, and what does he do?”

Pinky's blue eyes grew round. She stared at Austin as though he were seven kinds of a fool and then some. “Well, I'll be damned,” she said. “Always said you had more looks than good sense, and now here's the proof.”

Austin didn't have an answer handy, and he wouldn't have gotten the chance to use one, anyhow. Suddenly, the floor pitched sideways, and he leaned against the bar, waiting for the room to right itself.

When it did, the motion was sudden, and Austin's knees buckled.

He might have gone down if Tate and Garrett hadn't gotten him by the elbows and held him upright.

“I swear that's only his second beer,” Pinky said, sounding worried.

Garrett waved off her concern. “He's all right, Pinky.”

“Can you walk?” Tate asked Austin, his voice quiet now and serious.

If fierce determination had been enough, Austin would have made it across that barroom floor and outside to his own truck, told his brothers to go to hell and driven himself back to the seedy motel room he'd rented a few days before. A hot shower and about twelve hours of sleep and he'd be fine. Unfortunately, determination
wasn't
enough, not that night anyway. Austin managed to stay on his feet, but only because Tate and Garrett were holding him up.

“Hell, yes, I can walk,” he lied.

“You damn idiot,” Tate muttered, as they crossed the parking lot, headed for his big extended-cab truck. With some help from Garrett, Tate muscled him into the backseat.

He'd have fought back for sure if his legs hadn't turned to noodles. He felt light-headed, too, and slightly sick to his stomach.

“My truck,” he said. “I can't just leave it here. This isn't exactly the best neighborhood in San Antonio—”

Garrett cut him off. “We'll get your truck later.”

“It's a classic,” Austin said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Garrett replied, sounding grim. “Whatever.”

The world was on the tilt again, and a strange sense of urgency sent a rush of adrenaline through Austin's system. “There's a dog,” he added anxiously. “Back at the motel, I mean. I've been feeding him and—”

Tate got behind the wheel.

Garrett buckled himself in on the passenger side.

The numbness in Austin's leg washed back up his spine and turned to pain. He swore. “I can't just—leave—the dog—” he insisted.

“We'll see to the dog, and the truck, too,” Garrett assured him quietly. “Let it go, Austin.”

Austin passed out, woke up again. He wondered if somebody had slipped him something back at the bar.

Over the course of the next few minutes, time seemed to lose all meaning. He was in the back of Tate's truck, and then he wasn't. He was sitting up, and then he was lying down flat. Lights spun around him, a strange mix of neon and moon glow and fluorescent bulbs glaring brightly enough to dazzle his eyes.

A pretty nurse in scrubs smiled down at him. Red curls poked out around her face.

Something leaped inside Austin. Paige Remington?

No, this couldn't be Paige. His luck was neither that good nor that bad. Anyway, Paige had dark hair.

“What…” he began.

He realized he was on a gurney, his brothers at his side, being wheeled through a hospital corridor. It was a familiar scenario. Déjà vu all over again, he thought. Then he frowned. Wait a second. Sure, Buzzsaw had gotten the best of him that other time. He'd been airlifted to Houston, undergone a couple of different operations, fought his way back from the banks of the River Styx. But he
had
recovered.

That was then and this was now—tonight, he'd ridden that bull to the buzzer. He'd scored high enough to take first-place money, though it hadn't really been about winning, not this time.

He'd walked out of the arena, gotten into his truck and driven to Pinky's, thinking he ought to whoop it up a little.

After that, the details were a mite sketchy.

So what the hell was he doing in a hospital?

He would have asked why he was there, but for the pain. It swelled to a crescendo and then gulped him down whole, and there was nothing but darkness.

 

A
USTIN CAME TO LYING IN A BED
with rails on either side, still dressed except for his boots. The curtains were drawn all around, shutting him in, and he couldn't begin to guess what time of day—or night—it might be.

“If the pain is under control,” Austin heard a woman's voice say, “I'll release him. If not, he'll have to stick around for more tests and some observation.”

“But you don't think there's any permanent damage?” Garrett asked quietly, sounding hopeful, bone-tired and completely exasperated all at once.

They were shadows against the curtain, the three of them. The lady—no doubt a doctor—and Tate and Garrett.

“That depends,” the woman answered, “on your definition of ‘permanent damage.' Your brother has a herniated disc. With rest and reasonable caution, he could make a full recovery.”

“Austin wouldn't know ‘reasonable caution' if it bit him in the ass,” Tate said.

“What's
your
definition of reasonable caution, Doc?” Garrett asked.

She sighed. She could have been fresh out of med school or as old as Pinky; Austin couldn't tell by her voice or her shape. “Well,” she replied, “it certainly wouldn't include riding bulls in rodeos.”

Austin closed his eyes.

He was a bull rider and not much else. Who the hell would he be if he quit the rodeo circuit?

“What about horses?” Tate asked. “He can still ride them, right?”

“If you're talking about regular saddle horses,” the doc answered, “that would probably be fine, once he's had some time to recover, and if he uses common sense.”

The sound Garrett made was somewhere between a snort and a laugh. “
That'll
be the day.”

Tate again. “What's the worst-case scenario?”

Tate, being the eldest brother, the one who oversaw the day-to-day operation of the family ranch, took himself pretty seriously sometimes. More so since their folks were gone.

The doctor didn't reply right away. That, Austin concluded, probably wasn't a good sign.

“Doc?” Garrett prompted.

Another sigh. More hesitation.

Austin tried to sit up, but his back spasmed and he barely bit back a groan.

He must have made some kind of sound, though, because he'd drawn their attention. The curtain zipped open and the doctor appeared at his bedside, peering at him.

She was young and pretty. Some consolation, under the circumstances.

“Mr. McKettrick?” she said.

Austin nodded. “That would be me,” he told her.

“How are you feeling?”

If the pain is under control, I'll release him. If not, he'll have to stick around for more tests and some observation.

“Never better,” Austin said, scrounging up a grin.

She looked him over skeptically. “You're sure?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I'm sure.”

“You will need to see your own doctor within the next few days.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Austin agreed cheerfully. “I will surely do that.”

Tate and Garrett exchanged suspicious glances. They'd probably figured out that he'd say just about anything he had to say to get out of that place.

“I'm prescribing muscle relaxants,” the doctor rambled on. “But only for the short term. It is imperative, Mr. McKettrick, that you rest. I'm sure your personal physician will agree that, except for moderate exercise, definitely low-impact, you shouldn't move around a lot for the next several weeks.”

“Whatever you say,” Austin told her, sweet as pecan pie.

Garrett rolled his eyes.

Tate folded his arms and frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe our brother ought to stay here after all,” he said. “For some of that…observation.”

Austin spoke up. “I need to get my gear from the motel room,” he said, suddenly scared that Tate might convince the doc to admit him after all. He'd spent enough time in hospitals to last him the rest of his life. “And the dog. He'll be wondering where I went—”

“Will you forget that damn dog?” Garrett snapped.

“No,” Austin said, leveling a look at his brother. “I
won't
forget the damn dog.”

Garrett subsided, coloring up a little.

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