Arizona, 1910 Dear Diary, It will take more than threats – and a single overbearing rancher – to drive me from my rightful property . AFTER I inherited this isolated property close to the Mexican border, I knew operating it might be tough and dangerous – very different from my privileged existence in Louisiana, where I had been the genteel Miss Trilby Lang. But I certainly didn’t expect that my neighbor, Thorn Vance, would be demanding me at every change. Or that his brusque, ruggedly interesting ways would demonstrate a dangerous enticement that I’m locating harder and harder to withstand. Now, with difficulty sweeping the territory, I need his help. But just how much will I risk placing myself in the hands of a man who’s used to getting just what he wants?