Grief propelled Dearbhla Brannigan out of Boston. Packing a meager bag, she left her familiar life behind to find her only brother in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Visions of the American West, gleaned from paintings and stories, filled her head – wild landscapes, soaring mountains, and perhaps even a hint of the ocean she loved.
Reality, however, was a harsh slap in the face. Cheyenne's streets were choked with mud, the air thick with the stench of sweat and vice. Her brother's "reputable saloon," as his letters described, turned out to be a brothel, a far cry from her expectations. Yet, even in this lawless town, a bond bloomed between Dearbhla and Buck. Once they met, nothing could sever the connection that pulsed between them. |