This book is sweet, if not a little stereotypical for a Western. But, you'll notice I gave it five stars because I don't give a damn. In fact, the clichés and the predictability made this enjoyable. It's all too often that lesbian novels are some art project. They're married, there's a huge age gap, they're going to end up dead or miserable because this book has to mean something really deep, and so on. Or, it's one of those lesbian novels where it is just a lighthearted and/or simple story to be enjoyed, but the characters are often horribly unlikable. I didn't want to immerse myself in some avant-garde piece of crap, nor did I want to read about some secret agent who speaks 30 languages have lots and lots of unrealistically hot sex with a half robot model set in the distant future. I wanted to read a simple, sweet, clichéd Western with characters I could root for, without necessarily taking into account the rampant homophobia that would have existed in real 1860s Montana. And you know what? I got that. Thanks, Radclyffe.