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Trial by Fire

 

 

By BA Tortuga

 

One Aussie. One Texan. One baby. One hell of a fight.

When his sister and her husband are killed in an accident, Aussie cattle station owner Lachlan McCoughey rushes to Texas to rescue their infant daughter, Chloe. He expects to find his niece living in squalor with the Sheffields, a rodeo family.

Instead, Lachlan finds Holden Sheffield, a salt-of-the-earth cowboy running a huge business operation. They want to explore their mutual attraction despite the many problems thrown their way, and together, they must find a way to give Chloe a new family and find a love that spans thousands of acres and two continents.

Wasn’t no one taking that baby girl anywhere.

 

Lachlan slapped his hands on the table and stood. “You clearly don’t know me. I don’t give up.”

 

“Uh, that’s the point, man. We don’t know you.” Idiot.

 

“I want. To see. Me niece.” Each word drawled out in the most offensive tone Holden could imagine. “She’s all there is left of my sister, and I’ll be fucked if I let her grow up with a bunch of trashy traveling circus types.”

 

Holden didn’t bother to monologue. He’d learned every lesson he had from his daddy, and this was an important one. If you’re fixin’ to fight, don’t talk. Hit the bastard first. Holden stepped up and clocked the tall motherfucker right under the jaw, sending Lachlan stumbling back.

 

Daddy opened the kitchen door without a word, and Holden’s next blow saw Lachlan on the front porch near the steps. The big guy tried to get his shit together to whale on him, but the dude was three times his size, so that wasn’t going to work. He got one more punch in, then shoved the asshole down the front steps, punctuating things with a firm kick in the butt.

 

“Guess you’re fucked,
mate
.” He drawled the last out, making it as nasty as he could. “Next time, we’ll just have to shoot first, ask questions after.”

To my wife, eternally.

Chapter One

 

 

THE
phone woke him at maybe 3:00 a.m., and Lachlan McCoughey grumbled when he reached for it. Christ, that was the hazard of doing business all over the world. People forgot the time difference.

“Hello?” He hoped this was not some weird American charity wanting a donation. That always started his day off poorly.

“Lachy? It’s Rick O’Riordan. I have news.”

“Oh yeah?” He sat up, reaching for the light. He’d hired private investigator Rick a few years back to find his sister, Adelaide, when she’d run off right after her twenty-second birthday. “What?”

“I—shit, mate, I hate being the bastard to bring bad news.”

His scalp prickled, and goose pimples rose on his arms. “Just tell me.”

“Ades was in a plane accident three weeks ago over in the States. She and her husband.”

Jesus. He felt as if Rick had hit him with a hammer, right in the belly. How could that be possible? His baby sister, gone off this earth?

“I’m sorry as hell, mate. I saw a little blip on the AP feed. All that searching and I missed it until today.”

“You have the details now?” He didn’t want to know, but he had to. His mum… she deserved to know.

“I do. Lachy. There’s lots.”

He rubbed his eyes with his free hand. “How much? You said she was married.” He’d not have guessed.

“Yes. A bull rider from Texas. They… they got married two and a half years ago. They had…. Oh shit, mate. There’s a little one. A little sheila. Three and a half months old.”

His heart stopped for a moment. Really stopped. “She wasn’t on the plane.”

“No. No, she was with her father’s family.”

“Thank God.” His hands shook, his whole body going shocky. “What. Where is she now?”

“Living with the Sheffields. That’s the family.”

“Wait. She married Landon Sheffield?” Sheffield was a tiny little bastard. What the hell had Addie seen in him? That motherfucker had been a guest in his house. Snake in the ruddy grass.

“Yeah. You know him?”

“Yank bull rider. He was over here for some big tour. They did a promotional shoot up here.” He was going to lose his shit.

“There’s a twin brother. Uh….” He heard papers shuffling. “Holden. He’s named on the will as the guardian.”

“Not the grandparents?”

“No, mate.”

“Damn it.” Okay, that wasn’t going to work. He’d never met the brother, but the Sheffields were rodeo people. A little girl needed a stable home. Not some nomadic bullshit life where nothing stayed the same for a week at a time. She needed a home. Her mom was gone, and he hadn’t even known.

“How do I find them?” Lachlan asked.

“I have phone numbers, an address. I’ll send it all. I just didn’t feel right knowing and waiting for morning to call.”

“No, I get it. I need to get a flight and such. Thanks for staying on top of it, mate.”

“Anything. Anytime. You know that.”

Yeah. Yeah, he did. Rick had had his back from when he took over the family business when he was eighteen. The man was steady, solid, and caring. Made him good at his job.

He hung up with Rick after arranging to get the information via e-mail, then pondered waking his assistant, Gina.

Ah, he paid her enough; she could arrange travel for him for the first possible moment. He clicked her name on his phone, knowing how she loved a challenge.

She answered on the second ring. “B… boss? Boss, what’s wrong?”

“Ades. She’s dead. I need to get to the States. Now.”

Gina’s voice sharpened into fully awake mode. “Oh, Boss. I’m sorry. Where? Is there a funeral to plan? A hotel? I need details.”

“I’ll send the info. Plane crash. Texas. Three weeks ago. Immediately, Gina.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll send you confirmations. Do I need to call Leeyah and have her pack for you?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m going to…. I’ll wait for your call.” He was going to get a beer and go sit and think about his baby sister, about how they’d spent their childhoods in each other’s pockets.

His face bent into a grimace, the pain hitting him as he rang off. Ades. Gone. For good. It couldn’t be. She was….

What was he gonna tell his mum? She’d collapse, no doubt about it. Ades had always been her favorite, and that wasn’t even him being a bitter bastard. Ades was her girl.

“Damn it, Sis. What the hell were you thinking? Were you…. You ran off!” He was standing there like a lunatic, screaming at the moon.

Okay, no. He needed to get his shit together, to send all his e-mails from Rick on to Gina.

He could melt down later.

Much later.

Like after he brought his niece home to her grandparents, where she belonged.

Chapter Two

 

 

“I SWEAR
to God, y’all, if you don’t get your heads out of your asses, I’m going to beat all y’all down!”

Holden Sheffield loved listening to Crazy McPhail beller. It suited his mood down to the bone. The bullfighter took his training duties seriously, and the junior cowboy protection was obviously slacking.

“Come on, Pepper. Let’s go see what’s what.” Holden turned his mare toward the pen Crazy was working.

He needed some normal in his world. A rodeo company took a lot of work, as did running three totally different ranches—a lot of riding around and checking on shit. Holden loved his job today, that he could look at the folks and say, “Got to go do rounds.”

Need to go outside.

Got to feel the blazing hot sun on his arms and keep his butt in the saddle.

He hated feeling as if he was running away. Chloe was the light of his life. Hell, she had been since she was born. Now she was his sole responsibility, though, and he was still fucking reeling from Landon being gone.

Pepper tossed her head, reminding him that he had to pay attention. Horses knew when a man was distracted.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I need to get in there and get someone to ride Sunshine and Barbwire, huh? They’ve got to be losing their minds.” Holden just hadn’t been able to face Addie and Landon’s favorites. He couldn’t do it. Not yet. Soon.

He’d tell Curtis to get a couple of the boys to take them out, trustworthy boys. Last thing he needed was one of his brother’s horses going down with bloat or pneumonia because some Vegas faker was visiting and wanted to play cowboy.

His phone rang, startling the living fuck out of him, and he grabbed it, even as Pepper danced underneath him. “Oh, stop it. What’s up, Momma?”

“You have to come, baby. Now. Right now.” Her voice hadn’t sounded so panicked since they’d found out the plane had gone down. “Addie’s people are here, and they want Chloe! You have to come to the house, right now!”

He was already spurring Pepper, heading toward the big house at a dead run. Wasn’t no one taking that baby girl anywhere. Addie didn’t have people, none worth considering. Landon had told him that they were controlling assholes who never let Addie so much as breathe without ten security guards everywhere. From what he understood, they were like
Crocodile Dundee
meets
Doomsday Preppers
.

“It ain’t right, Denny,” Landon had said from the phone in somewhere—Singapore, maybe—when they were running from the McCougheys. “You cain’t breathe like that. She’s magic. You’re gonna love her. I’m bringing her home.”

And Landon had brought Addie home, and Holden had loved her. She was his best friend and one hell of a horsewoman.

Momma wouldn’t let them take Chloe without a fight, so he didn’t even have to answer. He only had to get there, and he had enough bottled-up rage to stomp Addie’s “people” into the damned ground.

He hit the yard, and Pepper cleared the low decorative fence that marked the front yard like shit through a goose.

He spun the mare in front of the house, Pepper’s hooves spraying black mud on the pristine white porch.

“Holden, your momma’s gonna shit a pink Twinkie iff’n you messed up her cannas.” Daddy stood on the front porch, a shotgun in his hands, the barrel steady as fuck and aimed at the big man who stood on the steps. “Get off my land, you motherfucker.”

“No.” The accent was pure Aussie, making the word at least two syllables, maybe three. “I have a right to see her, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The guy looked like Addie—blond and blue-eyed with cheekbones you could cut with, only taller and infinitely tougher. Utterly male and totally cowboy.

Asshole.

“He’s one hell of a shot, man. I’d listen, I was you.” Holden stared down at the son of a bitch. “Who the fuck are you?”

Not that he couldn’t tell, but he reckoned he ought to start out like he could hold out.

“Lachlan McCoughey. Adelaide’s brother. That baby is half McCoughey, and you’ve no right to keep her from me.”

“Like I give half a shit what you say. Y’all didn’t never bother to be a part of anyone’s life before. You got no rights here. None. Get off our land.”

That deeply tanned face went two shades darker, blue eyes flashing like fiery sapphires under the brim of the gray cowboy hat. “You don’t know anything about me. I’m not going to drag my family shit through the mud. I didn’t even get to say good-bye!”

“Nobody did.”

Nobody. And it burned through him like acid. His last words to Landon had been a text, for fuck’s sake. Landon had started it.

Heading to fly, bubba. Need anything from town on the way back?

beer

fucking wino

beer-o

LOL

That had been it.

The last thing his brother would say to him.

L-fucking-O-L.

Stupid bastard.

Pepper pranced, and Holden sighed, swinging out of the saddle so his boots hit the ground. “Daddy, put the gun away. For now. You want a cup of coffee?”

“What?” The son of a bitch looked gobsmacked.

“Y’all do have coffee where you’re from, right?” Addie loved coffee. They’d shared a cup every morning on their way to the stables. She also drank this sludge that she called tea, but they forgave her for that.

“Yeah, of course.” Lachlan shook his head as if to clear it, eyes crossing. “Sure. I’ll take one.”

“Daddy, let the man into the kitchen. You can always shoot him later. He’s a huge target.” Holden headed in, just to make sure Momma or Maria wasn’t down here with Chloe. She wasn’t, so he shot off a quick text to tell her to stay upstairs with the baby.

Daddy finally relented, stomping through the kitchen to put the shotgun away in the laundry room. Lachlan followed, tugging off his hat when he stepped inside.

Holden shoved his gimme cap in his back pocket and pulled out three mugs before he poured water in the coffeemaker. Momma and Daddy had bought one of them fancy deals that made the coffee immediately. There wasn’t no waiting, just coffee.

“You take it black?”
Or are you a giant milk-needing pussy man?

Lachlan’s lips quirked, as if the man knew what he was thinking. “Cream and sugar, actually. If I have to have coffee, it might as well stick to my ribs.”

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