"What are you talking about?" Maggie grinned. She looked down at her brown trousers and leather boots. "Every self-respecting woman in Texas has an outfit just like this one. We Texas women aren't afraid of a little hard work."Reba's eyebrows lifted and she smiled. "Last I knew, you were a Georgia woman. Besides, it's liable to be mighty hard to catch a man when you're dressed like one."
"Yes ma'am." Maggie suppressed a smile and nodded.There was no arguing with Reba Barkley when she got a burr under her blanket. But Georgia was a lifetime ago, or so it seemed. Going on nine years in Chance made Maggie a Texas woman now, and she had every right to claim the title.
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