🔥 The Rich Cowboy Who Rejected All the Brides—Then Came Along a Woman Who Wanted Nothing and Was Broken – thuytien

“You’re losing everything,” she said. “The ranch, your men, your peace.”

He stood up and walked toward her, gently but firmly grasping her shoulders. “I spent a decade building fences, cattle lines, and a name people feared,” he said softly. “But none of it meant anything until the night you came to my porch.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “You’re not going anywhere,” she said. “Not now. Not ever.”
His kiss came suddenly, rough at first, desperate, as if he’d been holding it back for years. Then, soft. Abigail clung to him, her hands trembling against his shirt. For the first time in her life, a man wasn’t holding her down. He was lifting her up.
Before dawn the next morning, Colton gathered 20 men from the ranch at the workers’ house. “Rock cut us off from the railroad at Billings,” he said. “But he doesn’t own the line at Casper. If we get the herd there, we’ll survive.”
Dutch scratched his beard. “Boss, that’s 200 miles and Rock’s men will try to stop us.”
Colton added, “This isn’t cattle driving. It’s a fight.”
Each man nodded. Abigail stepped forward, dressed in a borrowed hat, trousers tucked into boots, and a satchel slung across her chest. “I’m coming,” she said.
“Abigail, if you ride, I ride,” she said firmly. “If I stay here, Rock will just burn the ranch down.”
Colton looked at her, then nodded. “Get in.”
The cattle drive was hell. Dust storms, sleepless nights, harassment from riders on distant ridges, gunshots in the dark. The men shouted warnings as the herd grew restless. On the fourth night, an explosion lit up the sky with a thunderous roar. Dynamite. The herd immediately panicked, stampeding toward a cliff.
“Turn them around!” roared Colton, galloping into the chaos. The ground trembled with the pounding of thousands of hooves. Abigail rode dangerously close to the front, waving her hat, shouting, firing a shot into the air to drive the lead bulls away from the cliff.
Shots rained down from the ridges. Rock’s men were shooting at the cattle, driving them wild.
A bull tripped right in front of Abigail’s horse. Her horse reared up and threw her to the ground. “Abigail!” Colton yelled. Without thinking, he plunged into the stampede. Abigail had had bad words and books.
Her horse dodged horns and hooves with impossible luck. He bent down, grabbed her arm, and lifted her into the saddle just as the herd thundered over the spot where she had fallen.
His arms wrapped around her waist, his body shaking violently. “You’re with me!” he cried, his voice trembling. “I’m here.” Together they pushed the cattle away from the cliff until the herd finally stopped. The ranch survived the night, barely.
The next day they reached Devil’s Pass, flanked by granite cliffs on either side. A perfect trap. Colton scouted ahead and found Rock’s men positioned across the narrow path. Twenty armed men with the advantage of the high ground. If they passed, they would be massacred.
Unless someone distracted them. A terrible idea formed in her mind. “I’ll do it,” Abigail said immediately when he explained.
“No,” Colton said. “They want me alive.”
“Colton, they won’t shoot,” she said. He hated her. He hated her so much he could barely breathe. But she was right.
An hour later, she rode alone through the pass, a piece of white cloth tied to her rifle like a flag of surrender. “I’m here!” she shouted. “Let the men go.” All eyes were on her. No one looked toward the ridges behind the gunmen where Colton and his snipers were hidden.