Roxanne Robinette had decided to marry, and Calvin Newberry - the sherriff's new deputy - had a face to die for. True, he wasn't the sherriff: it was Cyrus Bergeron whose nose for justice and lightning-fast draw had earned the tin star after he'd returned from the war between the states, a conflict that had scarred more than just the country. Still, with his quick wit and his smouldering eyes, Cyrus seemed an unfair comparison. And it had been Calvin who'd written the love letters she'd received, hadn't it? Those passion-filled missives had left her aching with desire long into the torrid Texas nights. Whoever had penned those notes had seduced her as thoroughly as with a kiss, and it was to that man she'd give her heart.
