When her mother died, Daekayla Brannigan packed everything she owned and left her home in Boston to find her only brother in a place called Cheyenne, Wyoming.
She had seen pictures and paintings of the west, wilderness, canyons, forests and her beloved ocean. Beautiful lush prairie lands, tall evergreens of the north that almost touched the sky, mountains that certainly no man could ever climb, this was what she had expected.
Not the filthy streets of mud, the stench of the unwashed, alcohol and tobacco that permeated her brother's saloon. Neither did she expect her brother's reputable saloon, as he had put it in letters, to also be a brothel. Even in this town of seaming lawlessness there was an unsaid code.
Once Buck and Daekayla met, there was nothing and no one that could keep them apart.