Richard Paul Evans is one of my favorite authors. He is very good at descriptions that make you feel like you are right in the middle of whatever story he is weaving. In this case, you really got a feel for what it was like to live in a gold rush town in the wild west. The characters of Hunter and Quay were well developed, and you really got inside their heads. Hunter was a flawed character, who, nevertheless, was noble and good, for the most part, and who we could relate to. Their romance was handled a little awkwardly and felt a bit rushed, but you were definitely rooting for them to get together. Evans certainly doesn't shy away from some harsh, brutal content in his novels, and his descriptions in this novel of such things as domestic violence, xenophobia and vigilante justice certainly gave you less than a romanticized view of the old west. But it certainly made the novel feel realistic. One thing I found very hard to accept was the ending, where Hunter senselessly dies. Was Evans trying to copy Nicholas Sparks at that point in his career? Developing a a beautiful relationship through the whole book between the main characters and making you care about them, only to slam you with a tearjerker ending where one of the characters gets killed off? Thankfully, most of Evans' later romantic novels have happier endings. I don't necessarily need every book I read to have a happy ending. But in this case, there was no reason for Hunter to die. If he had died defending Quay or his Chinese friends, then his death would at least have had some meaning. But he just died at the hands of a lynch mob, being shot by Quay's loathsome husband Jack, without even the opportunity to defend himself. If you're going to have your main character die, causing 90% of your readers to hurl your book across the room in frustration, at least have his death mean something! Otherwise, this was an engaging novel that kept you on the edge of your seat throughout.