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Her Mistletoe
Cowboy
Marie Ferrarella
MARIE FERRARELLA, a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author has written more than two hundred and fifty books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, www.marieferrarella.com.
To Father Anthony
of
St. Joseph’s Indian School
Thank you for all you’ve done
and
keep up the good work!
Contents
“No.”
Stunned, Garrett White Eagle stared at his older brother, Jackson. He’d just checked his email and when he read the notification from the editor in chief of a well-known magazine, asking to do an in-depth article on the work he and his brother were doing at the Healing Ranch, he thought that Jackson would be as excited about it as he was.
Obviously not.
This was going to take some work on his part, Garrett decided.
“No?” he repeated incredulously. “What do you mean, no?”
Jackson rose from behind the scarred, second-hand desk he’d rescued from being turned into kindling half a dozen years ago. He had a full day ahead of him at the ranch and he’d already wasted enough time with the stack of unpaid bills that seemed to be breeding on his desk. Apparently, moving them from one pile to another didn’t diminish their number or get them paid off any sooner.
He couldn’t think about them right now. The boys were waiting for him at the corral. The bunkhouse was almost filled to capacity and every teen currently staying at the ranch required individual care. He’d sworn when he took all this on that nothing short of that would suffice and he had meant it. But it did get hard to live up to at times.
“No,”
