Ryder: My mountain. My rules. I've lived out here for years, minding my own business. But when trespassers kill my rescue dog for kicks, they paint a target on their backs. They leave breadcrumbs for me to follow—leading me to a prize beyond my wildest dreams.A curvy goddess. Bound, innocent, and dressed in white—Lexi looks like a lamb led to slaughter. But this little lamb has claws. I can't let her go, not after she witnesses a crime. I'm keeping her. Making her ...