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eBook Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
eBook Description: Texas, 1852. Bess Murphy, an outspoken, bigger-than-life actress with a traveling theater troupe, just can't say no to anyone in trouble, even if it means heaping more of the same on her own plate. Ben Elliott has the law after him, and Bess is determined to rescue him--whether he wants her to not!

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.1 MB], eReader (PDB) [344 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [338 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [304 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [278 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [332 KB], hiebook (KML) [837 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [464 KB], iSilo (PDB) [278 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [351 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [391 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [462 KB]
Words: 102666
Reading time: 293-410 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"The first thing we have to do," Bess said grimly, "is find someone to marry us."

"Marry us?" Ben winced. "Fine. You find someone to marry you and I'll find someone to marry me and we can all live happily ever after."

"I don't like it any better than you do," Bess snapped. "But if those militiamen had asked to see our marriage lines we'd've been uncovered."

"You already were."

Bess gritted her teeth. "If I hadn't been, you'd be in jail by now."

"She has it right, Ben." Ajani's voice was calm, but there was a cord of firmness running through it.

"I don't want to get married," Ben said with a definitely sulky look around his mouth.

"Well, damn it, neither do I, you sidewinder! So just get taken in and strung up and leave me in peace!" Bess whacked him with her hat, damaging it but only eliciting a snort and a puff of dust from him. And then she stomped off, her fist jabbing into the crown, ostensibly to reshape it, though, truth be told, it was beyond hope.