Escaped slave and radical Genthry is facing down his final moments, bound to the execution platform, when some soul detonates the platform and the prison wall. He didn’t plan it, but he’s more than happy to take the opportunity to escape and thumb his nose at fate yet again. By the time he gets his hands on a ship, the authorities have caught up to him in the form of handsome marshal Dryath Riatt. When a passerby knocks the marshal out, Genthry takes Riatt “hostage” to save him from the angry crowd. Dryath knew he shouldn’t have thought the job was done just because he got his hands on escaped killer Genthry. He wasn’t counting on the local crowd jumping in to help the dirtbag escape, the local garrison refusing to lift a finger to help him ... or Genthry being possibly the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Now he’s a captive, restrained, and flying to some unknown destination with a terrorist who doesn’t make him feel unsafe at all. When an encounter with pirates forces a sudden landing, Genthry and Dryath must hide together before either can find safety. Can they overcome their differences, or will these enemies sell each other out before they can find happiness?

See Ya, Space Cowboy

Dryath couldn’t make himself believe that. A dangerous rebel like Genthry wouldn’t be so cautious. He had to have an ulterior motive.


He followed his quarry as he wove around the docks, not in any particular direction. It wasn’t hard for Dryath to figure out what he was trying to do, even though his concentration could best be described as divided. He was trying to shake Dryath and then probably find a contact, maybe board a ship. The little bastard had help. They always did.


Dryath wouldn’t allow it. He had no particular love for the institution of slavery, but laws were laws. He had an obligation to uphold them, and murder was against the law for everyone regardless of status. He kept up the chase, through unfamiliar alleys and under the hostile gazes of alien populations.


Chapter 10