When Deputy Colt Hayes rides into the dry hills of Arizona Territory chasing a ghost of a cattle rustler, he doesn’t expect to find a man like Jesse Thorn—reckless, magnetic, and guilty as sin. But as the desert heat stokes something deeper between them, Colt has to uphold the law, or break every rule for love.
I'm getting tired of Wild West romance. Spent my whole life in the West. Mother born in a hatchery that was originally a livery stable. Her father had been a cross between a cowboy and a dairy farmer while also working for the Burlington Route. I'm fed up with the OK Corral Buffalo Bill Hollywood West. My Dad's father worked in a South Omaha meatpacking plant. The West was a rough and lonely life. Two guys in love may have happened, but no one wrote about it. Two guys experimenting. It happened. Considering all my great uncles. All of them them now dead. All but one married a woman. Gambling, mob, prostitution, Prohibition, cowboys, ranchers, railroads, meatpacking . . . The last one makes me laugh about this book. If that's what you want, but I doubt it ever existed much, just like the Wild West. More fiction than reality.