FOOL’S GOLD

Like a vulture descending on a rotting corpse, Jerry Aiken could smell gold nuggets from a mile away, and he’d do anything to keep his pockets full. A cardsharp, a cattleman, a hired gun—he’d tried every legal means in the West to strike the mother lode. It wasn’t until a wealthy Eastern dude offered him some easy money that Aiken strayed outside the law.

All Jerry had to do was kidnap the rich man’s daughter and scare some sense into her. But all hell broke loose when the hellion heiress escaped. If Aiken couldn’t get her back, the only reward he’d get would be a long stretch in the territorial hoosegow.