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Dusty Calhoun, recovering from wounds from a train robbery gone wrong, must leave the Wind River Reservation and catch up to his gang of wild boys before it is too late to save them and the gold. A message of a traitor sets Dusty off to embark on aMoreDusty Calhoun, recovering from wounds from a train robbery gone wrong, must leave the Wind River Reservation and catch up to his gang of wild boys before it is too late to save them and the gold. A message of a traitor sets Dusty off to embark on a ride through the west with unexpected encounters and places- where he must decide who he can trust, who his pals really are, and finally put the haunting memories of the Blakely Gang to rest. Dusty knows he never should have let Jake Willowford go on without him after all the hell and high water they have been through together. The time has come to make it right, to see it through and to find his cowboy where the trails end.Excerpt:Dusty’s eyes flutter and he cannot make out the words but he understands them inside, he sees them on her lips in the dim glow and smiles. The fire returns but it is cool, so cool, over his naked flesh. No one is inside the lodge now. The space is large enough to hold twenty in a circle yet even without bodies the life force still flows with its healing energy. Dusty shivers, the sweat rolling off his skin as his muscles strain. The raw wounds have been covered with more powder and leaves. The spirits leave him be and he has no regret of his past sins for better or worse they are his and his alone. The warmth returns starting at his loins and slowly spreads throughout his body. Dusty can smell his own scent over the sage, a rich masculine scent of sex, and he is filled with thoughts of desire and of Jake’s touch. The dark hair slicked back, calm brown eyes showing lust and love and Jake’s lithe body so eager to please take Dusty to the limit. Jake is all that matters in Dusty’s mind’s eye. In the semi darkness he feels release without laying a hand on himself and he breathes heavy, feeling the hurt all over again.