A Dangerous Heart (Wind River Mail-Order Brides #4)

“J ust one more,” Clare whispered. She worked by feel in the last moments of dark, racing against the dawn. Her fingers shook as she pulled the fuse and blasting cap from the top of the dynamite stick and cut the fuse in tiny pieces.

She guessed an hour had passed since she’d crossed the river onto Quade’s land.

Cold had seeped into her bones. She slipped a lone blasting cap into her pocket.

Shivers racked her body as she buried the rest of the caps and the remaining powder in the crumbly soil near the bank.