He’d heard men use that word before, about horses, about land, about women they had no right to claim. The sound of it had always…
Come morning, Victor will have men watching every road. Dne nodded his thanks and guided Ash down the street. Behind him, he heard Dutch mutter…
May I ask why? Call it curiosity. Curiosity. Victor leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. Dangerous thing out here. Curious men tend to…

A Lonely Cowboy’s Baby Wouldn’t Stop Crying on the Stagecoach… Until a Widow Did the Unthinkable… … “He’s hungry,” she said quietly. “He’s been fed.…
His few possessions were packed, his shotgun cleaned and loaded. He looked different somehow, less like a man hiding, and more like one preparing to…
The crowd parted to let them through, and Dne heard someone spit as Victor passed. Three years of fear transforming into contempt. Marshall Thornton approached…
Her gaze remained fixed on some point beyond the three men, beyond the walls of the store, as if she discovered a place inside herself…
Chinese woman keeps to herself. She might give you a room and she won’t report to Victor. Why not? because her sister worked for Victor…
Bookline shelves, a massive desk of polished mahogany, leather chairs, a globe that looked ancient and valuable, and behind the desk, Victor Hail himself. He…
The name hung in the air like smoke from a fired gun. Chenway’s jaw tightened and for a moment Dne thought he might pull the…





