Some fights aren’t about winning. They’re about who can hold out the longest. I learned early on that it’s safer to be a problem than a disappointment. Around Mustang Mountain, my last name comes with expectations I never asked for and a reputation I stopped caring about years ago. People decide who I am before they know a thing about me, and I let them. Morgan Carter doesn’t play by those rules. She looks at me like I’m something to be tested, and my body reacts before my brain can catch up. She stands too close and holds my gaze like she knows exactly what she’s doing. We clash because neither of us knows how to back down. She stands her ground like she’s daring me to cross a line, and I hate how often I picture it, how easily my mind goes there, and how hard it is to pretend I don’t want to feel her push back. I don’t trust her, and I don’t trust what she’s uncovering beneath this mountain. I trust myself even less when she’s close, because the longer we’re forced to work side by side, the harder it is to pretend. If Morgan Carter is going to test everything I’ve built, she’s going to learn exactly how much pressure I can take before I stop holding back—and what happens when I finally do. The Cowboys of Mustang Mountain carry regrets, rivalries, and reputations they’ve never quite outrun. They’re the men who fix fence lines by day, fight their demons by night, and swear they don’t need anyone. Their pasts are messy. Their scars are real. And their hearts are locked down tight. Until the right woman walks into their path and shakes the dust off their hardened hearts. Women who aren’t afraid to push back, dig deep, and call these cowboys out on every wall they try to hide behind. On Mustang Mountain, even the roughest cowboy can find a future, but only if he’s brave enough to love the woman who won’t let him walk away.