Born into a society tolerant of homosexuals, River Otter is confused by the white culture’s persecution of such men. As the war begins to wind down, Otter leaves the only home he has ever known to help Major James Morrow, commandant of Ft. Yanube, build a farm north of the fort. He begins a new life with the handsome major while coming to grips with growing hostility toward natives and rising danger from a local militia bent on eliminating all bloods from the territory.<br><br>As his physical attraction for the blond soldier slowly grows into a love perilous to both of them, Otter is distracted by personal challenges. As he struggles to survive the social and political upheaval sweeping the plains, can remain true to his own set of values?

River Otter

James clasped me about the shoulders. “I wish you could accompany me. The trip will take a good three months, and I shall miss you greatly.”


“You will deal with that, as well. As will I.”


“You’re so damnably placid. Few would ever guess what a volcano of emotions rages in your breast.”


“If you’re suggesting guile on my part, I do not admit to it. I am simply Otter.”


“Right now I am River Otter, and I have found the fish I wish to catch.”


“And the fish is begging to be caught.” James laughed and took me in his arms.


He was so charged up by the news of his trip he dragged me inside and immediately assumed control of things. He claimed he could only remain a few hours, but he fair wore me out with his demands. He was probably trying to store up enough loving to last during his absence. I was tempted to remind him it didn’t work that way. Ah well, might as well enjoy it while I could.


Chapter 56