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  Table of Contents

  Cover Page

  Excerpt

  Dear Reader

  Title Page

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  Copyright

  I accept.

  The words rang in Derek’s ears, creating myriad emotions to sweep through him.

  At one time he’d dreamed of being married to Belinda, having children and building a future based on love. Fate had given him a twisted version of them.

  Whoever was after Belinda was cunning, and working off some master plan that had its basis in some kind of madness. If what Derek believed was true, that somehow he and Belinda were connected in the mind of somebody who wanted to harm her, then what sort of repercussions would their marriage have?

  He sensed approaching danger, felt the vibration of an advancing train. And Derek had the distinct feeling that he and Belinda were chained together on the railroad tracks.

  Dear Reader,

  Take three sisters, a failing ranch, a bevy of bad guys and three strong, handsome cowboys and you have the ingredients for Cheyenne Nights, my new series for Harlequin Intrigue.

  Ranch life in Wyoming takes a special breed of woman. The Connor sisters are that unique breed. They derive their strength from and share a bond with each other and with their land. The only thing missing in each of their lives is love.

  Developing three very special men for the Connor sisters was pure joy. They possess all the qualities I hope the readers will love. I know I adore them.

  I hope you enjoy the stories of these strong women as they fight for their home, encounter danger and discover the men who will bring them passion and love on those Cheyenne Nights.

  Happy reading,

  Carla Cassidy.

  Sunrise Vows

  Carla Cassidy

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Belinda Connor—Somebody is threatening her life.

  Derek Walker—He’s returned to protect Belinda, but in protecting her will he destroy her?

  Teddy King—A big man-does he harbor a big grudge?

  Roger Eaton—He says he wants to find his adopted sister. Is that all he wants?

  Janice Kirkwood—Belinda’s best friend—but does she have a hidden agenda?

  Billy Sims—A ranch worker with a problem. Does he want to destroy Belinda and all she holds dear?

  Henry Carsworth—A successful businessman. Is he a potential killer, as well?

  Prologue

  “Hurry, Colette. You know Abby is waiting for us.” Belinda Connor grabbed her younger sister’s hand, urging her to run faster.

  Overhead a full moon spilled down silvery shards of light, giving the landscape a surreal, otherworldly aura.

  In the distance, on a small rise, stood an ancient oak tree, its branches gnarled and misshapen. The dragon tree. And beneath its benevolent foliage Belinda could see their older sister waiting for them.

  “Come on, Colette,” Belinda said again, tugging her faster. “You know Abby wouldn’t have called for this meeting unless it was important.”

  “I know. I’m hurrying as fast as I can,” Colette exclaimed.

  By the time they reached the tree, both Belinda and Colette were out of breath. Colette leaned against the trunk of the tree, slivers of moonbeams highlighting her youthful features. Abby sank to sit in the sweetscented, dewy grass, the moonlight caressing her straight nose and the strong thrust of her jaw.

  For a moment as Belinda looked first at her younger sister then at her older one, love swelled up in her heart. Oh, there were times twelve-year-old Colette could be a real pest, and Abby, at fifteen could be a know-it-all, but they weren’t just her sisters, they were her best friends.

  “What’s going on?” Colette finally caught her breath.

  “Yeah, Abby. What’s going on? Why’d you call us here?” Belinda asked.

  Abby wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked back and forth. “I found some papers today in Mom’s dresser drawer.”

  “What kind of papers?” Belinda asked.

  Abby looked first at her, then at Colette. “Adoption papers.”

  The words hung in the air and echoed hollowly in Belinda’s heart. “Adoption papers?” she asked, breaking the silence that followed Abby’s statement. “Adoption papers for who?”

  “I didn’t look. I was looking for Mom’s yellow scarf and saw an envelope in her drawer.” Abby raked a hand through her short blond hair. “It was just a manila envelope and written on it was ‘adoption papers.’ I saw it, then heard Mom coming down the hall so I didn’t get a chance to open it. I went back in later to look, but the papers weren’t there anymore.”

  Belinda felt the blood leave her face as her heart beat an unsteady rhythm. “But…but that means one of us must be…”

  “No,” Colette interrupted. “No, I don’t want to hear about it, I don’t even want to think about it.” Colette leaned forward and reached for Abby’s hand, then grabbed Belinda’s. Belinda squeezed back tightly. “We’re sisters. The three of us and no stupid papers will ever change that.”

  “Belinda? Do you feel the same way about it?” Abby asked.

  It’s me, a tiny voice whispered inside Belinda’s head. I’m the one who doesn’t really belong. She squeezed both her sisters’ hands. “Of course,” she answered. “I don’t ever want to know which one of us might be in that folder.”

  Abby stood and reached into her pocket. “I was hoping you guys would say that.” She pulled out a large safety pin. “I vote we become blood sisters and we vow we’ll never try to find out which one of us might be adopted.”

  She opened the wicked-looking pin, the sharp point gleaming in the moonlight. Colette and Belinda watched as she pricked her skin. As the blood welled up on her fingertip, she handed the pin to Belinda, who stabbed her own finger.

  Colette frowned, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Do it for me, Belinda,” she said, holding out her finger and squeezing her eyes tightly closed.

  Again love welled up in Belinda’s heart. Silly Colette, who could face a mountain lion and not be afraid, couldn’t stand the sight of blood, especially her own. Belinda pierced her finger with a sharp jab.

  “Sisters forever,” Abby proclaimed solemnly as she held her finger toward them.

  “Sisters forever,” Belinda echoed, and pressed her finger against Abby’s.

  “And no matter what happens, we never read those stupid papers,” Colette exclaimed, then added her finger to theirs, forming a triangle of unity.

  With the innocence of youth and the optimism of girlhood, they truly believed it was a vow they could keep. In the distance thunder rumbled, sounding like Fate’s laughter as dark clouds moved to steal the moonlight from the sky.

  Chapter One

  “I have a tidbit of gossip guaranteed to curl your hair,” Janice Kirkwood exclaimed as she sank down opposite Belinda Connor in the diner booth at the Great Day Diner.

  Belinda grinned at her best friend. “You’re always promising gossip to curl my hair.” She touched the heavy braid that fell forward over her shoulder. “So far you haven’t had much luck.”

  “This will do it.” Janice paused for dramatic effect. “I just heard Derek Walker is back in town.”

  Beli
nda felt the blood leave her face as myriad emotions flowed through her. Even the mention of his name caused her breath to catch in her chest, an ache to pierce through her heart

  She reached for her glass and took a sip of water, hoping she kept any emotion from her expression. “That’s interesting, but you didn’t curl my hair.”

  “Interesting?” Janice frowned. “I expected to get a little more of a rise out of you. I mean, you and Derek did have a thing between you for a while.”

  “You dated him, too,” Belinda reminded her friend.

  Janice waved her hand dismissively. “That was ae ons ago, when we were nothing but mere kids. We all know those puppy love romances don’t count.”

  “Yeah, well my little romance with Derek didn’t count, either. It was just a summer thing,” Belinda replied, irritated by the edge of bitterness in her tone. “Besides, it’s all ancient history now.”

  “Three years isn’t such ancient history,” Janice protested. She eyed Belinda with speculation. “I heard he’s worth a small fortune, that since he left here he’s done some investing or something and made oodles of money.”

  “Good for him,” Belinda replied, grateful when the waitress appeared at their table to take their lunch orders.

  “Now, tell me you’re going to help me with the decorations for the Harvest Moon Dance,” Janice said when the waitress had departed.

  “Oh, I don’t know. To tell you the truth, I hadn’t planned to come to the dance.”

  Janice’s brown eyes snapped in protest. “You have to come. In fact, I was counting on you helping me at the refreshment table, like you did last year.”

  Belinda frowned thoughtfully. The Harvest Moon Dance was a high point on the annual Cheyenne social calendar. Held in a local community center, the event brought together neighbors from the ranches on the outskirts of town for an evening of merriment before the harsh Wyoming winter set in.

  “Come on, you know we always have fun,” Janice encouraged. “Besides, you spend far too much time cooped up at the ranch.”

  Belinda laughed. “It’s called work, Janice. You should try it sometime.”

  “I work,” Janice protested.

  “Being in charge of decorations for the Harvest Moon Dance and on the refreshment committee of the Womens’ Club aren’t exactly real jobs,” Belinda chided.

  Janice shrugged. “It’s as real as I want to get. You know my dream is to marry a wealthy rancher and spend the rest of my life satisfying his every sexual whim.” She laughed as a blush reddened Belinda’s cheeks.

  As the two friends ate their lunch, Belinda found herself thinking about what Janice had said. Once Belinda’d had dreams. Dreams of love, of marrying a rancher and filling a house with children, dreams she’d shared with Derek. But those dreams had gone up in flames, charred within the harsh clutch of lonely despair, leaving nothing but ashes and the bitter remnants of what might have been behind.

  And now he was back.

  She didn’t want to see him, and yet knew the odds were good that eventually they’d run into each other. After all, the Walker place bordered the Connor ranch. However the Walker place was in ruins. The house had burned three years ago and now weeds choked the area that had once been neatly tended lawn.

  “You sure got quiet,” Janice said, breaking into Belinda’s thoughts.

  “Just thinking,” Belinda replied, picking listlessly at the salad in front of her.

  “About Derek?” Janice eyed her slyly.

  “Of course not,” Belinda lied. “I told you, that’s long over. Ancient history. I have absolutely no feelings for him whatsoever.”

  Janice speared a French fry, then looked at Belinda again. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I tried to renew an old high school romance with him?”

  A pang shot through Belinda’s heart at Janice’s question. She ignored it and forced a smile. “You certainly don’t need my permission. Derek doesn’t belong to me. He never did.” The pang deepened.

  Thank goodness nobody knew just how serious Belinda and Derek’s summer romance had been three years ago. Although everyone had known they were dating, nobody had known the depth of their passion, the utter abandonment she’d known in his arms. Thank goodness nobody had known, leaving Belinda a modicum of dignity now.

  “We’ll see,” Janice continued. “I mean, I haven’t even seen him yet. He might be married…or fat…or bald.” She sighed. “So, are you going to help me with the refreshments and the decorations for the dance or not?” she asked with the lightning-quick change of topic that made conversation with her never boring.

  “Yes, I’ll help you,” Belinda relented. She knew Janice had the tenacity of a pit bull and would hound her until she gave in. Might as well save both of them the energy by agreeing now.

  “Great. Come to the community center next Saturday morning at ten to decorate. I figure it will take us about four to six hours, but we’ll be out of there in plenty of time to make ourselves gorgeous for the dance that night.”

  Within minutes the two had finished lunch. “I’ve got to get home. I promised Abby I’d baby-sit Cody this afternoon.” She smiled at thoughts of her sixyear-old nephew.

  “I thought Maria usually baby-sat Cody when Abby needed a sitter,” Janice said, referring to the Connor cook and housekeeper.

  “She quit last week. Her sister has been ill for quite a while and she decided to stop working and nurse her sister full-time. Anyway, Abby and Luke have an appointment to talk to our banker and I promised to look after Cody.”

  Janice frowned sympathetically. “Things still rough financially?”

  Belinda nodded. “Abby and Colette are talking about taking a trip to California in the next couple of weeks. Seems there’re several businessmen out there looking to make some investments. We’re hoping to get them to invest in our place.”

  “Whatever happened to the dude ranch idea? I thought you were taking guests at the ranch to try to make extra money.”

  Belinda frowned, remembering the months of work and the renovations undertaken in an effort to turn the ranch into a successful vacation spot. “We realized we were spending more than we were making on the venture.” She sighed. “Our best hope right now is those investors.”

  “What will you all do if they decide not to invest?”

  Belinda’s heart grew heavy at Janice’s question. “Sell out. Start someplace new. I don’t really know. We haven’t talked much about what we’ll do if we have to sell. I gotta go. Call me.”

  As Belinda drove home she thought of her friendship with Janice. They had gone through high school together as nodding acquaintances, then Belinda had left Cheyenne, going to Kansas City to escape memories of Derek.

  She’d come home five months ago and one afternoon she and Janice had found themselves sharing space in a dentist’s office waiting room.

  While they’d waited for their appointments a friendship had blossomed that had only deepened with each day that had since passed. Belinda’s sisters referred to the two as Mutt and Jeff. Not only were Belinda and Janice unlike physically, their entire backgrounds and life-styles were totally diverse, as well.

  She clenched her fingers on the steering wheel. Derek was back. Derek, with his laughing brown eyes and hair the color of wheat. Derek, with his lips of fire and caresses that had been her introduction to passion.

  Despite their close proximity in growing up on neighboring ranches, Derek had never looked twice at her until he’d returned home for the summer after his junior year at college. That summer, a spark had ignited between them, a spark that quickly grew into an intense flame.

  And now he was back. Derek, with his laughing eyes and golden hair. Derek, with his lying heart and false promises.

  Belinda shook her head, as if to dislodge thoughts of him. She didn’t want to think about him or the love she’d once felt for him. She certainly didn’t want to see him ever again.

  As the ranch came into view, her heart constricted with new worry. She and
her sisters were about to lose the ranch. Unless something drastic happened, they figured they had less than six months of hanging on before having to sell out.

  Belinda parked in front of the long ranch house and bounded out of the car. She wasn’t sure exactly what time Abby and Luke’s appointment at the bank was and hoped they weren’t waiting for her.

  She found both her older sister, Abby, and her younger sister, Colette, in the kitchen with their husbands, finishing up lunch. Abby’s six-year-old son Cody was feeding Colette’s five-month-old daughter, Brook. A mixture of pureed plums and rice cereal decorated the little girl’s face.

  The warmth of the domestic scene caused a renewed burst of loneliness, of isolation, to shoot through Belinda. She shrugged it off and joined her family at the table.

  “Where did you take off to?” Colette asked. “You missed most of lunch.”

  “I. met Janice for lunch at the diner,” Belinda replied. “She talked me into helping with the decorations for the Harvest Moon Dance.”

  Abby smiled. “That woman needs a real job.”

  “That’s exactly what I told her,” Belinda said with a laugh. “But you know Janice, the last thing she wants to do is any real work.”

  “Hmm, too bad her parents don’t want to invest in our ranch. It would be a lot cheaper than paying their daughter’s keep,” Abby observed.

  “Somehow I can’t imagine Janice Kirkwood mucking out stables,” Abby’s husband Luke said, making them all laugh at the ridiculous image his words conjured.

  “What time is your appointment at the bank?” Belinda asked..

  “We got canceled,” Luke said. “We’re rescheduled for tomorrow:”

  “So you don’t need me to baby-sit Cody?”

  “I don’t need no baby-sitter. I’m not a baby,” Cody exclaimed.

  “No. It looks like you’ve got a free afternoon,” Abby replied.