SHE BUILT A CABIN WHILE PREGNANT… UNTIL A RICH COWBOY REALIZED SHE WAS THE ONE SAVING HIM

SHE BUILT A CABIN WHILE PREGNANT… UNTIL A RICH COWBOY REALIZED SHE WAS THE ONE SAVING HIM

The first time Eleanor May Sullivan drove a nail into Montana pine, she did it with a borrowed hammer and a jaw set so tight it could’ve cut glass.

She’d arrived in the Montana Territory with a carpetbag, eight dollars, and a secret that wasn’t secret at all. Not really. The curve beneath her ribs would announce itself soon enough, and the world loved nothing more than announcing a woman’s shame for her.