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But the widow Emerson could hold her own against any man, even a brawny giant in buckskins, though in truth, his blue-eyed glance had her considering his offer of protection with a lot more than coldhearted interest. Rebecca Emerson had a stubborn streak a mile wide, yet army scout Jack Bellamy saw the delicate prairie rose beneath the prickly exterior. Someone had to convince her that the western frontier was no place for a woman alone, and it looked as if he was just the man.