The Sheriff of Silverhill

The safety of Silverhill rested on Rafe McClintock's broad shoulders. Good-natured but hard-nosed, the sheriff kept the peace in Colorado with a shotgun and a smile. At least until Dana Croft crossed into his jurisdiction. She was here on FBI duty—a dead body on the rez—but after all these years Rafe could still put a hitch in her throat. Though a star was pinned to the rangy cowboy's chest, he didn't have authority over her heart. As they hunted a killer together, across the reservation and int