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Montana Sky [067-011-4.9]

By: Nora Roberts

Synopsis:

Sisters, yet strangers, they must live together at Mercy Ranch, the
home bequesthed to them by the late father, in order to inherit their
share.

Being dead didn't make Jack Mercy less of a son of a bitch. One week
of dead didn't offset sixty-eight years of living mean. Plenty of the
people gathered by his grave would be happy to say so.

The fact was, funeral or no funeral, Bethanne Mosebly muttered those
sentiments into her husband's ear as they stood in the high grass of
the cemetery. She was there only out of affection for young Willa, and
she had bent her husband's tired ear with that information as well all
the way up from Ennis.

As a man who had listened to his wife's chatter for forty-six years,
Bob Mosebly simply grunted, tuning her and the preacher's droning voice
out.

Not that Bob had fond memories of Jack. He'd hated the old bastard, as
did most every living soul in the state of Montana.

But dead was dead, Bob mused, and they had sure come out in droves to
send the fucker on his way to hell.

This peaceful corner of Mercy Ranch, set in the shadows of the Big Belt
Mountains, near the banks of the Missouri, was crowded now with
ranchers and cowboys, merchants and politicians. Here where cattle
grazed the hills and horses danced in sunny pastures, generations of
Mercys were buried under the billowing grass.

i Jack was the latest. He'd ordered the glossy chestnut coffin
himself, had it custom-made and inscribed in gold with the linked Ms
that made up the ranch's brand. The box was lined with white satin,
and Jack was inside it now, wearing his best snakeskin boots, his
oldest and most favored Stetson, and holding his bullwhip.

Jack had vowed to die the way he had lived. In nose-thumbing style.

Word was, Willa had already ordered the headstone, according to her
father's instructions. It would be white marble■no ordinary granite
for Jackson Mercy■and the sentiments inscribed on it were his own: Here
lies Jack Mercy.

He lived as he wanted, died the same way.