Showdown at Sin Creek
LaRue Tate was one angry cowgirl. How dare government man J. B. Rafferty ride into town, expecting to walk away with her land? In the Old West, pistols settled differences, but in modern times pointed words would have to do. So when LaRue faced Rafferty at sundown in Sin Creek, angry barbs whizzed like bullets. Challenging the gorgeous greenhorn to an old-fashioned wagon trip was her parting shot.

Though his only experience on the "range" was with the two-burner in his D.C. apartment, Rafferty couldn't resist the dare. Besides, LaRue's spitfire allure stirred some mighty powerful urges in him. Days on the trail might be rough, but camp fire nights promised a cozier kind of showdown, and Rafferty was sure he'd win hands-down ....