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Mark McCain had always believed his life would be quieter than his father's. Lucas McCain-Marshal of North Fork, legend of the frontier, the man whose rifle had ended more outlaw reigns than any badge in three territories-had lived a life carved from danger. Mark wanted something steadier, gentler. And for a time, he had it.
Adela.
She was the kind of woman who made the world feel safe just by standing in it. Soft‑spoken, quick‑witted, with a smile that could settle Mark's restless heart. They married young, but everyone in North Fork said they'd been destined long before vows were spoken. Lucas adored her. The town adored her. Mark worshipped her.
And then Addy was born.
A tiny girl with her mother's eyes and her father's stubborn chin. Mark held her in the lamplight of their small home, whispering promises he meant with every breath-he'd give her a life without fear, without gun smoke, without the shadow of violence that had followed the McCain name for decades.
But fate had never been kind to the McCains.