One Shingle to Hang

A woman with too much knowledge was at risk for insanity. Her fragile mind couldn't handle it. That's what Lil had been told when she went against convention and became an attorney. The 1800's had fewer women lawyers than women doctors. Her pride knew no bounds when she hung her shingle-L.M. Wentfield, Attorney At Law.

Drew was a struggling cattle rancher, building a fledgling Hereford empire. He was working toward that goal when he was accused of rustling and faced possible hanging. He needed a lawyer-a good one-a man. Chesterfield had one lawyer-a new one-L.M. Wentfield. He wasn't prepared for a beautiful blonde with a sharp tongue and fiercely won independence.

Lil had no homemaking abilities. Her love was the law. And if the thoughts of the gray-eyed cowboy, who had the audacity to refuse her legal help, stayed in her mind, she'd push them aside. She had nothing to offer a rancher . Even her wealth wouldn't be considered an asset to a prideful man. And Drew Jackson was proud. So proud, he knew he couldn't ask a woman of Lil's stature to share his life-but he wanted to-from the moment he'd stolen that first kiss.