Cathy McDavid Last Chance Cowboy

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Last Chance Cowboy

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The Last Cowboy Of Mustang Valley

The Powell Ranch is not the expansive spread it used to be. With a good part of its land sold off to developers, Gavin Powell is struggling to save his disappearing way of life. He has a legacy to leave his daughter, and starting a stud farm would give him financial stability. But first he must capture the wild horse he’s spotted in nearby Mustang Valley.

Sage Navarre is in Arizona on an urgent domestic matter that will secure her young child’s future. And as a government field agent, she’s been ordered to help Gavin track down an escaped mustang while she’s here. Working with the cowboy is an incredible experience—and Sage finds herself wildly attracted to him.

But what will Gavin say when she dashes his dreams for his ranch? Because he’s not the only one who wants that mustang.

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About the Author:

New York Times bestselling author Cathy McDavid has been happily penning contemporary westerns for Harlequin since 2006. Every day, she gets to write about handsome cowboys riding the range or busting a bronc.It's a tough job, but she's willing to make the sacrifice. Cathy shares her Arizona home with her own real life sweetheart and a trio of odd pets. Her grown twins have left to embark on lives of their own, and she couldn't be prouder of their accomplishments.

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The trail, narrow and steep, all but disappeared as it wrapped around the sheer mountain ledge. Good thing heights didn't bother him, Gavin Powell thought as his horse's hoof slipped and sent a shower of rocks tumbling to the ravine bottom forty feet below. He loosened his reins, giving the paint mare her head. She was small but sure–footed and carefully picked her way along the ledge with the concentration of a tightrope walker.

This wasn't a trail for novices—not one on which Gavin took the customers of his family's riding stable. He'd discovered the trail as a teenager over fifteen years ago and rode it every now and then when he craved peace and solitude.

Shaking his head, he chuckled dismally. Who'd have ever thought he'd need to retreat to this remote trail in order to find solitude? Not Gavin. Until a few years ago, their nearest neighbors had been fifteen miles down a single lane road that saw little traffic. Now, their nearest neighbors were at the end of the long drive leading from what little remained of Powell Ranch.

All nine hundred of them.

Gavin pushed away the thought. He'd come here to relax and unwind, not work himself into a sweat. Besides, if he was going to expend large amounts of mental and emotional energies, it would be on one of his many pressing personal problems, not something he was powerless to change.

The mare abruptly stopped, balancing on a precipice no wider than her shoulders. Gavin had to tuck his left arm close to his side or rub the sleeve of his denim jacket against the rugged rock face.

"Come on, Shasta." He nudged the mare gently. "Now's not the time to lose your courage."

She raised her head but remained rooted in place, her ears twitching slightly and her round eyes staring out across the ravine.

Rather than nudge her again, Gavin reached for the binoculars he carried in his saddlebags, only to realize he'd forgotten to bring them along. Pushing back the brim of his cowboy hat, he squinted against the glaring noonday sun, searching the peaks and gullies. The mare obviously sensed something, and he trusted her instincts more than he trusted his own.

All at once, she tensed and let out a shrill whinny, her sides quivering.

"What do you see, girl?"

Shasta snorted in reply.

Gavin continued scanning the rugged mountain terrain. Just as he was ready to call it quits, he spotted movement across the ravine. A black shape traveled down the steep slope, zigzagging between towering saguaro cacti and prickly cholla. Too dark for a mule deer, too large for a coyote and too fast for a human, the shape could be only one thing.

The wild mustang!

He reached again for his saddlebags, but he'd forgotten his camera, too. Dammit. Well, he really didn't need another picture. Especially one from such a far distance. He'd already taken dozens of the mustang, many of which he'd sent to the U.S. Bureau of Land Management when he'd first spotted the horse. All he'd received in response was a polite letter thanking him for the information and giving a weak assurance they would investigate the matter.

That was June. It was now October.

The BLM probably figured the horse was an escapee from one of the residents in Mustang Village, the community now occupying the land once belonging to Gavin's family. Or that the horse had crossed over from the Indian reservation on the other side of the McDowell Mountains. The last wild mustangs left this part of Arizona more than sixty years ago, or so the stories his grandfather used to tell him went. As a teenager, his grandfather had rounded up wild mustangs. No way could this horse be one of them.

But Gavin's heart told him different. Maybe, by some miracle, one descendant had survived.

Gavin was going to capture him. He'd made the decision two months ago when yet another phone call to the BLM yielded absolutely nothing. Even if the horse was simply an escapee, it was in danger from injuries, illness, ranchers not opposed to shooting a wild horse, and possibly predators, though mountain lions in this area were a rarity these days.

He told himself his intentions were selfless—he was thinking only of the horse's safety and well–being.

Truthfully, Gavin wanted the horse for himself. As a tribute. To his grandfather and to the cowboy way of life he loved, which was disappearing bit by bit every day. Then, he would breed the mustang to his mares, many of which, like Shasta, had bloodlines going all the way back to the wild mustangs of his grandfather's time.

He'd recently acquired a partner with deep pockets, a man from Mustang Valley, and developed a business plan. All he needed was the stud horse.

This weekend, he, his partner, his brother and their two ranch hands would go out. By Monday, if all went well, Gavin's family would have a new revenue stream, and the years of barely making ends meet would be forever behind them.

All at once, the black spot vanished, swallowed by the uneven terrain.

Gavin reached for his saddlebag a third time and pulled out a map, marking the location and date. Later tonight, he would add the information to the log he kept tracking the mustang's travels.

"Let's go, girl."

With another lusty snort, Shasta continued along the ledge as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Her metal shoes clinked on the hard boulders beneath her feet. In the sky above, a pair of redtail hawks rode the wind currents as they searched for prey.

An hour later, Gavin and Shasta reached the main trail that traversed the northern section of the McDowell Sono–ran Preserve. It was along here that Gavin and his brother guided their customers. Most of the horse–owning residents of Mustang Village favored the gently winding trail, where four generations of Powells had driven their cattle after spring and fall roundups.

Gavin hated thinking there wouldn't be a fifth generation.

As he neared his family's villa, with its large barn and adjoining stables, his gaze automatically wandered to the valley below, and he was struck with yet another pang of nostalgia. Not long ago, Powell cattle had roamed the open range, feeding on the lush vegetation that grew along a small branch of the Salt River.

These days, houses, apartments and commercial buildings took the place of open range, and the river had been dammed up to create an urban lake and surrounding park.

Gavin understood that progress couldn't be stopped. He just wished it hadn't come to Mustang Valley.

Dismounting, he waved to the adult students taking riding lessons in the main arena. Later, after the grade school let out for the day, the equestrian drill team would practice their routines there.

He'd given up hope that his twelve–year–old daughter, Cassie, would become a member. Not that she didn't like horses. Quite the opposite. She spent most of her free time in the stables, and for someone who'd never ridden until this past summer, she'd taken to it like a natural. Apparently there was something to be said for genes.

No, the reason his daughter wouldn't join the school equestrian team was the same reason she had few real friends and was struggling with her classes.

Slow to fit in, Principal Rodgers liked to say, despite scoring high on her placement tests. The move from Connecticut to Arizona was a big adjustment. As was switching from private school to public school. So was living full–time with her mom to living full–time with a dad she hardly knew.

The adjustments weren't easy for his sensitive and often emotional daughter.

Leading Shasta into the stables, he tethered her to a hitching rail outside the tack room, unsaddled her and proceeded to give her a good brushing. He heard a familiar whistling and glanced up to see Ethan approaching, his farrier chaps slung low on his hips. A casual observer might not notice the limp, which had improved considerably in the ten months since his discharge from the Marines.

Gavin noticed, however, and winced inwardly every time he thought of the injury that had permanently disabled his younger brother.

"You have a visitor," Ethan announced, coming to stand by Gavin and resting a forearm on the mare's hind quarters. "A lady visitor."

Gavin's stomach instantly tightened. "Not Principal Rodgers again?"

Ethan's eyes sparked with undisguised curiosity. "This gal's about thirty years younger than Principal Rodgers. And a lot better looking."

"Someone from town?" Though Mustang Village was technically a residential community, Gavin and his family always referred to it as a town.

"I don't think so. She doesn't have the look."

"An attorney?" He wouldn't put it past Cassie's mother to serve him with papers despite their recently revised joint–custody agreement.

"No. She's a cowgirl for sure. Pulled in with a truck and trailer."

Gavin knew he should quit stalling and just go meet the woman. But given the family's run of bad luck in recent years, he tended to anticipate the worst whenever visitors wouldn't identify themselves.

"Got a girlfriend on the side you haven't mentioned?" Ethan's mouth lifted in an amused grin.

"When's the last time you saw me on a date?"

"If you're considering it, you could do worse than this gal."

Gavin refused to acknowledge his brother's remark. "Where's she waiting?"

"In the living room. With Cassie."

He ground his teeth together. "Couldn't you have stayed with her and sent Cassie instead?"

"She'll be fine. Your daughter isn't half the trouble you think she is."

"Yeah, tell that to Principal Rodgers." Gavin pushed the brush he'd been using into his brother's hand. "Take care of Shasta for me, will you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he started down the stable aisle. As he entered the open area in front of the main arena, he dusted o...

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