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Authors: Debra Salonen

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Montana Hero

Montana Hero

A Big Sky Mavericks Romance

Debra Salonen

 

 

Montana Hero

Copyright © 2015 Debra Salonen

EPUB Edition

The Tule Publishing Group, LLC

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

ISBN: 978-1-942249-96-9

The Big Sky Maverick series

Book 1: Montana Cowgirl

Book 2: Montana Cowboy

Book 3: Montana Darling

Book 4: Montana Maverick

Dedication

To the brave men and women who put their lives on the line to battle the wildfires sweeping across the dry landscape of the American west
.

And to the everyday heroes who inspire us to keep going when life seems particularly uninspiring. Heroes like the late Christopher Reeve, who left behind these profound words:

“A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.”

Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Dear Reader

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

The Big Sky Mavericks Series

About the Author

Dear Reader,

Guess what? My Big Sky Mavericks series just got a whole lot bigger.

I didn’t see that coming, but when Flynn Bensen, Ryker’s brother (MONTANA DARLING) showed up with a couple of his wildfire hot shot buddies, I knew I had heroes with stories worth telling. So, I invited them to Marietta, Montana, and, they came. Woot!

I hope you’ll come to love Flynn as much as I do. He fits the late Christopher Reeve’s definition of a hero to a tee: “A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.” Sometimes, your best isn’t good enough. Do you give up? Not if you’re Flynn Bensen. That credo applies to his heart, too. A bitter divorce might have soured most men on the idea of love and a family, but when Flynn meets single mom Katherine Robinson, he starts to let hope back into his life.

Kat has a secret—one she has no intention of sharing because she’s fully aware of the pain, embarrassment and lasting repercussions the revelation could cause Marietta’s prominent Zabrinski family. When her ten-year-old son, Brady, who has been diagnosed with Asperger’s—an Autism Spectrum Disorder—springs her secret in a very public and humiliating way, and then runs away into the mountains—alone, with a late spring storm approaching, Kat has no choice but to trust Flynn, the man she’s trying her best not to fall in love with.

I hope you’ll enjoy Flynn and Kat’s story as well as the glimpses you’ll see of Flynn’s pals, Tucker Montgomery and Justin Oberman. Look for Montana Rogue and Montana Rebel later this year, along with my holiday story, Montana Miracle. As always, you can stay abreast of what’s happening with my books, my works-in-progress and my crazy writer’s life by signing up for my newsletter at my website:
www.debrasalonen.com
. I also tend to frequent Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Instagram a bit more than I should. I’d love to connect.

Happy reading, my friends.

Prologue


Mid-January, the San Bernardino Mountains

F
lynn Bensen recognized
the dream the minute it started in his sleeping mind.

His old frenemy was back. The homestead looked exactly as he remembered it. An authentic log cabin in the High Sierra, aged to a rummy golden brown from dozens of summers. Its metal roof was rusted so poetically you’d have thought God used a fine-tipped paintbrush to add just the right touch of umber. The word bucolic came to mind. A word Flynn never used until that day last September.

He tried to resist the pull. He knew how this story ended.
Why subject myself to it again?

I won’t fall into the trap.
I’ll turn left instead of right. I’ll ignore the whinny.

But the eerie sound filled his ears, sending a shiver through his body. The horse’s abject fear seized hold and wouldn’t let go.

Suddenly, he was deep in the fire zone. Heat from the hundred-plus temperature made every breath pure agony. His pack felt as if he’d loaded it with lead weights. His legs seemed disconnected from his body as he pushed onward toward the horse pen. Two frightened animals, the whites of their eyes visible at every turn, paced, reared, and tossed their heads. Every whiff of smoke drove them closer to the brink of frenzy.

This time will be different, he told himself. This time I’ll do it right.

This time I’ll save her.

The position of the old woman’s body never changed. Her head rested inches from the watering trough, face turned away, as if she couldn’t bear to watch what was happening to her beloved animals. She seemed smaller in hindsight, fragile and delicate. Spikes of silver hair stuck out like a bad wig. But she was breathing…always breathing. Just enough to give him hope.

“Stay with me, now. We can do this,” he said, picking her up in his arms like a small child. Why hadn’t he thought of that before? Nobody deserved to be tossed over a shoulder like a bag of rocks as he had done that day. If he’d cradled her to his chest like a child, maybe she would have felt loved, respected, cared for. Maybe she’d have stayed connected to him, to life.

“You’re gonna be okay. Just breathe. You can do that. Breathe. Breathe.”

Someone shook him. Hard. The woman fell from his arms. He watched her drop into the flames of the fire that had been chasing them. He’d lost her. Again.

He cursed and swung wildly, hoping to hurt whomever it was that made him drop her.

“Flynn. Wake up, Buddy. You’re dreaming.”

“Again,” another voice muttered. “What’s it going to take to make these nightmares stop? Drugs? I’ll find them. Just tell me what kind.”

Flynn blinked, coming back to the real world.

“I think he needs to see a shrink. This could be a classic case of PTSD.”

Awareness washed over him like a splash of rainwater from a bucket. He sat up, shaking his head like a wet dog, and looked around. He was on his cot in the tent cabin he shared with Tucker and Justin. His best friends. Brothers-in-arms.

Tucker “The Full Mountie” Montgomery stood, arms akimbo, in baggie sweats and an army-green T-shirt. His scowl barely put a dent in his heartthrob-handsome face. Even half-awake and pissed off he probably would have had his choice of groupies if any knew he was a wilderness firefighter in his day job.

Justin squatted a foot or so away. His standard issue undershirt and thigh-length gray shorts emphasized his compact muscles—finely honed from his other passion: free climbing.

Flynn swiped at a bead of sweat that rolled into his eyes, stinging. “Another nightmare?” he asked.

“Same one, different night,” Tucker muttered. “Next time I’m making a YouTube video, I swear.”

He threatened that every time. But Flynn couldn’t blame him for being upset.

When he wasn’t fighting fires, Tucker belonged to an elite, extremely well paid troupe of dancers/entertainers that performed for women around the world. He told everybody he couldn’t afford to lose valuable beauty sleep. The Full Mountie’s fans deserved his best.

“Sorry, man,” Flynn mumbled. His throat ached, as usual. After every nightmare, he’d awaken to a body that somehow actually believed he’d just survived a close brush with death on the fire line.

Justin handed him the metal water bottle sitting on the floor beside the cot.

Justin Oberman—or “Goat”, as the other members of the crew called him—was the deep one. Ascetic, vegetarian, poet, and death-defying free climber who could scramble up the sides of mountains like his surefooted namesake. “Flynn, this isn’t your fault, man. It sucks that your brain can’t let it go, but it’s been six months. Something needs to give, dude.”

“We all know—your conscious mind
knows
—you did everything in your power to save that lady,” Tucker added. “You’re the hero among us. Ask anyone.”

Flynn smiled at that. False modesty wasn’t Tucker’s style.
I must be in worse shape than I thought.

“Flynn, it was her time,” Justin said, repeating an argument Flynn had heard from others. Even the coroner confirmed the victim’s chances had been small to none. The subdural hematoma caused by the impact from hitting the water trough would have been tough for even a healthy young person to survive.

Tucker threw up his hands impatiently. “She probably wouldn’t have lived even if you could have predicted the fire would veer away from her place at the last minute. But for all our sakes, we have to find a way to get the message to your subconscious.”

Flynn shifted sideways, his feet landing on the dirty canvas floor with a muffled thud. His friends were right. Flynn thought getting back on an active fire line would purge his guilt. The physicality and exhaustion that came from walking four miles from a drop zone to the leading edge of a fast-burning forest fire, then beating Mother Nature into submission, sounded like the answer. Surely after a ten-hour day he’d be too exhausted to dream.

But, so far, that hadn’t been the case. He only felt drained—physically and emotionally. The answer to this problem seemed glaringly obvious in the pre-dawn gloom. “I need a different job.”

Tucker’s epithet echoed in the stillness, and may have been heard three tents over.

Justin’s sigh seemed to start at the center of his soul and vibrate outward.

Flynn had been wrestling with the idea ever since his brother emailed him a link to a job opening for Head of Operations, Crawford County Search and Rescue, Marietta, Montana. He looked at his friends, soberly. “I’m moving to Montana, guys. I just filled out the application online and won’t know for a while, but there’s a good chance I’ll be manning a desk in the very near future. You two will have to keep the Wildfire Hot Shots going without me.”

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