He reached down and plucked her from the thick mud, then lifted her effortlessly into his lap, setting her crosswise on the tall gray horse. He was a total stranger, who thrilled her with danger and desire. Abigail Bliss couldn't tell him her real name. Her father had insisted on an alias on thier Oregon-bound wagon train. Tanner McNight was everything her father warned her against: a bounty hunter, lawless, untamed. She couldn't know that she was the bounty she sought, even as she melted in his fiery embrace...