Chapter 66

Outside the chilly air burned Jesse’s flushed cheeks. He vaulted into the saddle of his horse and spurred the steed away from the saloon. As he passed the Holcombe, he saw Ethan’s worried face staring at him from behind the safety of his window. Jesse ached to hold his lover tonight, but he didn’t want to come to him like this, a killer, with blood on his hands. He would avenge his friends and then he would go to Ethan. He would lose himself in those copper curls and those warm eyes, and he would believe it when that angelic voice sang beautiful dreams to him. He would believe they could come true.

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