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228 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 29, 2014

You've given me everything, Elijah wanted to tell him sometimes, and I'm nothing.He wants to escape his life as a constant disappointment.
Elijah lifted his gaze to see the wagon train climbing west through the hills toward the South Pass. Elijah wanted to chase it, to catch it, to leave everything behind and go into the unknown. The undiscovered country.That’s another part of this book I love – Elijah’s longing to go west, his wish to start anew, to escape a life that’s trapped him. It feels so American, this wish for the “undiscovered country,” those thousands of miles between the Mississippi River and California. Yet it’s a universal desire – a need to leave everything behind, love and disappointment, and discover what we may be in a different place entirely.
Pain. Elijah shuddered and moaned like the dying yearling. He whimpered, his cheek rubbing back and forth against the sheet. Squeezing his eyes shut only made it worse. Nowhere to go with his eyes closed. Nothing to do except feel, and it hurt. It fucking hurt, but something in the rhythm, maybe the friction, made his cock hard...."Tight," Crane grunted. "Tight little bitch." [....] Wasn't supposed to be like this: on his knees, his back bowed, his face pressed into sheets that smelled of sweat. His bound hands opening and closing against the small of his back. Crane's fist in his hair….It wasn't supposed to be like this….It hurt, but somehow Elijah came harder in Crane's bed that he ever had...It's painful to read, as it's painful for Elijah to experience, but it's also arousing, as it is for Elijah. As a reader you're enthralled, but inside you want to scream for Elijah to get the fuck out. That’s some good goddamn writing right there.
In that moment, it had been enough that Elijah wanted him. In that moment and in this one. Grady liked to think that maybe Elijah was thinking of him too. That was more than Grady had ever had with anyone. They’d hardly spoken, hardly touched, but there was something. It was fragile and ephemeral. It was fireflies. Grady wanted to catch it and hold it in a jar. He wanted to watch it glow. Fragile and ephemeral, but it was as real as anything else.
Strange, what paths lives took. How they diverged. Twisted and shot off in a new direction like a budding growth on a tree.











The hardest part in breaking a skittish horse was staying patient while it tired itself out.
“Sometimes you gotta cut the past loose,” Grady said, “before it drags you down.”
“You’ll hurt me, and I’ll let you. I’ll like it. I’ll show my belly, you’ll rip me apart, and I’ll want more. Always more. Elijah didn’t know if he should be afraid or not. He wasn’t. Crane would punish him, would hurt him, and Elijah would love it. These were the roles they played in this strange game.”Then there comes the hurt, guilt and turmoil in Elijah. He is ashamed of this because he feels he isn’t worthy of Dr. Carter’s love as a son, he feels this is his only lot in life. So hurt and guilt turn into self-hate and disillusion, which in turn leads to one very damaged character that I just wanted to hold and say there is a better world. Elijah reduced me to tears so often I was beyond consolable. Oh and how I HATED Cane and Dawson.
"Elijah wasn’t the son that Dr. Carter had wished for. He wasn’t a son anyone would wish for."Well, when Grady does come on the scene and they find each other it is as though Grady senses all this anger, hurt, guilt and is the comfort blanket that Elijah needs. Grady, what a wonderful person, caring and patient with Elijah. He just fell in love with Elijah hook, line and sinker. OK, Grady is a rough and tough cowboy and the words I love you are never spoken, this would not be quite appropriate for this time. But Lisa builds in other expressions that don’t take away the nature of the characters and the time, but leaves the reader in doubt how much these two really do come to love each other. You may be wondering what Dr. Carter might be thinking of all this, well he never really gets to knows and something happens that broke my heart for Elijah totally. I was left with tears running down my face and blubbing into my Kindle.
“His old self was gone, and his dream-self – laughing, confident, clever – was nothing but a lie. Somewhere in the gap between the two was this Elijah, the new Elijah.”Grady and Elijah find an appropriate HEA for the time which for those who know me and my reviews, the final solution of the relationship always needs to be in keeping historically and this was again definitely the case. I have mainly concentrated in this review on the emotional level as I can’t describe enough how this book made me feel. There is, however, a carefully developed plot, nicely paced and keeps the reader interested from the word go too. Packed full of western style scenes and behaviour, I could almost smell the sawdust on the floor in The Empire, along with the whiskey and smoke. Cane gave me the creeps and made me want to throw up, totally detestable character. Dawson made me livid and angry the way he treats Elijah. Grady? I wanted to hug him for basically rescuing my Elijah, a young man about to go totally off the rails due to his experiences and the way he is treated. He was on a one way collision course to oblivion, but Grady manages to pull him back from the edge and for that alone I could have kissed the man.
“Elijah closed his eyes as tears stung them. Wasn’t supposed to go like this. He wasn’t supposed to be undone by kindness.”Lisa took me on an emotional journey of discovery with this book that will stay with me for quite a while. A roller-coaster ride of emotions. I LOVED Elijah, I’ve never experienced so many emotions in one character. One character that I will not be forgetting for a long time, stole my heart completely and will be keeping it for quite a while.

“He wasn’t supposed to be undone by kindness. Elijah couldn’t afford that now. He wanted to hurt.”
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"His gaze followed the tracks left by the wagons, year in and year out. He wondered how long it would take for the wind to smooth the tracks clean when the wagons stopped coming because of the railroad.”





"Room six.
Elijah traced the brass number with his finger. The bow of its spine. The way it curled back in on itself, built a wall, enclosed a hidden space. Unbreachable.
Room six. Here between room five - a complicated digit, sharp and rounded at the same time, enclosing nothing - and room seven with its two quick strokes, across then down, like sudden cuts from a knife.