At the end of a bloody trail, Johnny Redd finds an incredible secret. While struggling with a bullet in his chest, he crawls along the ground until he finds himself surrounded by a maze of quaint carnival tarps. Inside is a world of color, costumes, false hair, nails, eyelashes -- and a man who dresses like a woman. It’s a world of trickery, deception, and lies. Johnny makes it just inside the tent when his strength fails and he faints dead away. When he awakes, he’s reminded of the bizarre reality that surrounds him. It’s that he learns he has been taken care of by a man – er. woman -- by the name of Frenchy Starr. The name rolls from the tongue of this fallen angel, this princess of darkness, this twilight queen. She’s a mystery, a dangerously beautiful mystery, and Johnny slowly becomes ensnared in the trap which she sets. After one night of incredible love, a jealous fan shoots Frenchy. Thinking her dead, Johnny’s heart is broken and he leaves in search of something to fill the hole she left in his heart. Enter Kit Dalton.

Carnival Cowboy

“You’re amazing,” Frenchy whispered.


Johnny grinned, and looked into Frenchy’s bright green eyes, wondering how he could have missed knowing who he really was. His stomach fluttered as he looked at him. He was so damned handsome


Frenchy’s cock was still slippery and hard, so he looked at Johnny, and said, “It ended too quickly. How about we give it another go?”


The day was hot and dusty as transients, prairie scum, and saddle tramps with their mouths full of chewing tobacco came to the courthouse. Swear words drifted all over, the sound drowned out only by the barking of dogs, and the cries of tooth-gapped kids, innocent enough to be barely out of the cradle. While they hung onto their ma’s skirts, everybody sat wide-eyed as they looked at the three mean looking men and their lawyer who sat at the head of the room.


Chapter 22