By Caroline Lee
Cheyenne, Wyoming Territory December, 1875 Ash Barker and his brother had on the subject of equipped their ranch right into a good fortune whilst he went and busted his arm attempting to tame a very nasty mustang. Now they’re headed into Cheyenne’s harsh wintry weather with fewer fingers, and a really genuine probability of failure. they wish somebody else—anyone else—out there with them, to make it via this season. Molly Murray’s dream of possessing her personal bakery went up in flames with the nice Chicago fireplace. She’s been aiding her more youthful sisters for the final 4 years, and it sort of feels just like the Cheyenne desolate tract will be her final likelihood to provide all of them a true domestic. yet not anyone will lease her, till she meets the intimidatingly masculine, particularly good-looking, and extremely determined Ash Barker. Can their detailed households mix in time to rejoice their first actual Cheyenne Christmas?
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