“How dare you, Sandoval Parrish?”
Tess took a step forward, thrusting her chin out. “I wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for your desire to curry favor with that unprincipled killer!” She was too angry to care they were alone and she was very much at his mercy.
Sandoval’s head snapped back as if she had slapped him, and he paled. For several endless moments they stared at one another. “You’re right, you wouldn’t. You have every right to think the worst of me. The best thing you can do is trust me.”
“But why, Sandoval? What do you hope to gain?” she demanded, self-control slipping, tears of outrage and fear suddenly threatening to spill over onto her cheeks.
“I can’t tell you that, Tess,” he said. “You may not believe this, but I’m not a bad man.”
Something about the softness of his tone and the kindness in his eyes was her undoing, and Tess gave way to her tears. Then suddenly he was holding her….
LAURIE KINGERY
makes her home in central Ohio where she is a “Texan-in-exile.” Formerly writing as Laurie Grant for Harlequin Historicals and other publishers, she is the author of sixteen previous books. She was the winner of the 1994 Readers’ Choice Award in the short historical category, and was nominated for Best First Medieval and Career Achievement in Western Historical Romance by Romantic Times BOOKreviews. When not writing her historicals, she loves to travel, read, read her e-mails and write her blog on www.lauriekingery.com.
Laurie Kingery
The Outlaw’s Lady
To Elaine English, my agent, with grateful thanks
for helping me to keep on believing in my writing, and to Tom, as always
AUTHOR’S NOTE
The town of Chapin, in Hidalgo County, Texas, mentioned in this book is the present-day Edinburg. The name was changed in 1911.
Contents
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
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
Rio Grande Valley, Texas, 1880
Tess Hennessy stared down through the darkness at the image taking shape before her in the chemical bath. The photograph she had taken of the Spanish mission-style home in which she lived was to be a present for her parents on their anniversary tomorrow. She had captured it at a moment when the lighting was perfect, with the noon sun directly overhead so that the palm trees didn’t cast their shadows over the house. She smiled, pleased at her work. They would love it, especially after she mounted it in the elegant oak frame Francisco, her helper, had prepared. She’d have to sneak out here to her developing shed after they returned from the party tonight, no matter how late it was, so that the picture would be ready for gifting tomorrow.
If only it were as easy to see her future develop before her as it was to develop a photograph. Her mother, she knew, expected her to marry. But what man would want to marry a girl who had an unladylike pastime that involved messy, finger-staining chemicals and long sessions in a darkroom?
Was there such a man? If only she could submerge one of her collodion plates into the chemical bath in the basin before her, and see his image take shape…
“Tess! Tess! Where are you? Now, where can that girl have gone, Patrick? I specifically told her we were leaving for the barbecue at one o’clock….”
Oh dear, she’d lost track of time again. It was so easy to do when she was immersed in photography, her passion. “Mama, I’m in the darkroom, developing a picture. Don’t come in, please—”
But it was too late. Sunlight suddenly flooded the little shed by the barn as Amelia Hennessy burst in.
Tess groaned. Her mother’s untimely arrival had just ruined the photograph.
“Tess! What are you doing in here?” her mother cried. “We have to leave for the barbecue, and you’re not even dressed. Look at you!” Her mother spoke as if she expected Tess to look down and be surprised that she was wearing her serviceable navy skirt and waist.
Behind her mother she could see her father, looking sympathetic and uncomfortable, his eyes appealing with Tess to comply so peace could be restored.
She would have to give her parents an IOU for their anniversary present and take the photograph again. Her father would understand and apologize privately to Tess for not stopping his wife before she’d burst into her darkroom.
Amelia Hennessy tapped her foot, her face tight with impatience.
“I am ready to go,” Tess replied in a level voice, wishing she could avoid the inevitable confrontation.
“Surely you weren’t thinking of wearing that at the Taylors’ barbecue?”
