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It was 1850; I was camped in the Sierra Nevada mountains about 150 miles from San Francisco. I was starving, and I was hiding from the natives and the lawmen. I was a large man for that time at 6'-2". I had long red hair down to my shoulders and a short-cropped red beard. I was one of the few that had all my teeth. I worked the rail line until six months ago, when I beat the head boss to death for stealing our week's pay....

“Jesus Christ on a cracker!” Lindsay’s voice floated into the recreation room downstairs – the chick cave – and Donald followed it to an open door in the back. “No fucking way. Is this thing broke? It cost me two hundred bucks.” A delicate web of lace crisscrossed Lindsay’s shoulder blades, held together by the thinnest of buckles. Lower down, a scrap of fabric masquerading as a G-string nestled between two delectable ass...

Ryan Averdick knew better than to mess with trouble. As a FEO (fire equipment engineer) with the Sulaco County Fire Department and a swashbuckling bachelor, the forty-year-old had a legion of badge bunnies at his disposal. God Bless all my firefighter groupies. So why in the world was he hanging out at Happy Ending Ranch tonight, of all places, when he could be back home in Ghost’s Ranch, Nevada, where a simple telephone...

Happy Ending Ranch was more crowded than it had any right to be on a midday afternoon. All eight ladies on duty were either tending to paying clients in their private bedrooms or hamming it up with potential ones in the parlor. Jim surveyed the chaos from his perch at the bar and scrunched his nose at the sight of Kenzie delighting a customer with spirited conversation. With Pamela and Lindsay away in Maryland until Monda...

Stretching both arms behind his back, Anthony Dinallo gripped one wrist with the opposite hand as a muscle in his jaw spasmed. The fifty-year-old married man and father of two had been pacing about in the baggage claim area for three hours … and counting. How could a measly little one hour and forty-five-minute flight be delayed like this? He tipped his head, sucked in a lungful of oxygen, and rocked back and forth. This...