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It was enough to make her shiver. “I’ll thank you not to behave so familiarly,” she bit off, annoyed at her thundering heart. “You’re entirely too close.” “Well, I’ll thank you,” he mimicked her with a wrinkle of his nose, “not to make such a fool announcement in front of God and ever’body. You’ve got a coupla mean-looking fellas interested in your arrival.” A g | Heart of Gold Lacy Williams Smashwords Edition Copyright 2011 Lacy Williams This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you re reading this book and did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use only then please return to and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Other books by Lacy Williams MARRYING MISS MARSHAL available at most major online retailers ebook and paperback Praise for MARRYING MISS MARSHAL Warmly romantic with a hint of adventure and an unconventional heroine. --Publisher s Weekly June Williams debut is a great story with a twist and it will keep readers riveted. --RT Book Reviews August Chapter One SHERIDAN WYOMING 1902 A shrill whistle pierced the air above the bustle on the train platform. No no. That couldn t be her escort. WHEEEET A second call echoed the first turning the heads of passengers boarding and disembarking from the train. Opal Bright shaded her eyes with one gloved hand her other balancing a large hatbox against her hip. Surely the dust-covered man a head taller than those around him wasn t her father s chosen emissary. But when he waved his once-white Stetson above his head and began shouldering his way across the crowded train platform Opal s hopes plummeted. Miss Opal Opal Bright Your father sent me. I m his foreman Charlie Welch. She tried to keep her lips from pinching as she considered the man from the tips of his mud-covered boots to his patched and frayed woolen shirt to his warm brown eyes and half-smile. She failed. Mostly because she was irritated at having to wait so long. It was another sign how little she mattered to her father. You re over an hour late. And how dare you-you whistle at me as if I were a-a cattle dog to be called to your side His expression didn t .