When Prudence Agatha Winthrop learned her mother was still alive and living somewhere out west, she was determined to find her. Her proper Bostonian appearance wouldn't stop her from surviving the hazards fo the wild west or the cocky arrogance of the infamous, and exceptionally handsome, gunslinger Zac Stewart. This so called gentleman thought he could hold her up with a few honeyed words and a warm embrace, but Prudence wasn't so easily swayed until she got a closer look at his incredibly broad shoulders and his devastating smile. The wild west was bound to have its risks, but this rough and ready gunslinger seemed to be the greatest danger of all. Those uppity Boston ladies had no idea just how fearsome and dangerous the west could be, Zac Stewart thought disgustedly. It was no place for tea cups and white gloves, or that prim and proper Prudence Winthrop. With a name like that she would not last a day, although her curvaceous figure was certainly pleasing enough to keep a man coming back for more. So far she had refused his every offer for help, but Zac wasn't about to let her continue on her own. he'd put the little spitfire under his protection, keep her safe from harm, and tame her unruly spirit with a few burning kisses and a whole lot of loving.