Will James be able to keep Sarah safe from those who would see her harmed ? Sarah Johnson was beginning a new life. She arrived in Brookdale, with the promise of marriage to the local Sheriff all the while desperately hoping that no one, especially her fiance, would discover who she truly was. She was born Sarah Clayborn. The daughter of an alcoholic and outlaw who ran a safe house in Oklahoma for the infamous Mackenzie gang. When Sarahs father promised her in marriage to the gangs violent leader, Bruce Mackenzie, Sarah knew she had to get out. That was what had inspired her to answer James Rhodes request for correspondence in the brochure. That was also her reason for agreeing to marry the man after only five letters. She knew that she had to leave and could not afford to wait for romantic notions of love or belonging. It was enough that James Rhodes seemed like a decent man. And, the fact that he was a lawman certainly helped. But, when she arrives in Brookdale, California and meets her new husband, she finds herself instantly attracted to the good looking but very shy and soft spoken man. Indeed, as days wear on, she finds herself falling in love with her future husband. But, when she discovers a connection between the sheriff and her own past, it threatens to undo the life she has begun to build. Will Sarah be able to tell James the truth about who she is? And, most importantly, will James and Sarah be able to make a life together despite the forces conspiring to keep them a part? The InnKeepers Daughter and the Mysterious Cowman Pauline Wickerson jumped at the sound of her mothers voice. Looking down at the mop in her hand, he realized suddenly that she had been wiping over the same spot of dirty floor for at least the past five minutes. Shed let her mind wander again. Something that she was more and more prone to do these days. Especially with the Sheriffs wedding imminent. Weddings always seemed to inspire Paulines daydreams and fantasies. Unfortunately, weddings also brought guests to the boarding house. And, with multiple guests set to arrive at any moment, it was not exactly the time for losing oneself in romantic fantasies about being whisked away by a dark, handsome cowboy. Coming Mama, Pauline called back to her mother. She slid the gray mop back into the bucket of water; careful not to slop it all over the newly cleaned floor. What on earth was keeping you? Her mother asked sternly when Pauline entered the front lobby, dragging the mop water behind her. Ive been calling you for the past two minutes at least. Pauline couldnt help but shirk a bit under her mothers intense gaze. Though Mrs. Wickerson was not a large woman, her black and gray hair, pulled back into a sharp bun that matched her equally sharp eyes were enough to intimidate even the bravest of souls. Sorry, mama, she said. I suppose I lost track of time. Mrs. Wickersons eyes narrowed at her dau