Something had snapped in pretty young Rosanne since she and her husband had come down from Alabama. She didn’t hanker to run away anymore and that restless, roving look in her dark eyes was gone.
But Cousin Tom didn’t like the change in his new bride. Because old, fat, shiftless Cousin Tom wasn’t dumb enough not to know that someone else had gentled his filly.
And he set out to fill that man full of buckshot—if he could find him …