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

Once the pony calmed a bit, we left the shelter of the thrashing trees and braved the banshee winds to cut across the prairie. I had no interest in running into the militia, although it was unlikely any of that lot was braving the elements at the moment. I leaned into the wind, leading Patch by the reins.


Something or someone had spooked the immigrants. A horse down because of an accident or illness would have occasioned grateful acceptance of aid. Yet, when I called out, the people in the wagon panicked. Had someone attacked the wagon or were the settlers merely nervous about strangers? Especially red strangers.


Although I sported no feathers or beadwork, I was wearing fringed trousers and a buckskin shirt. They had probably mistaken me for a hostile. I picked up my pace. I wanted to be home before the militia got news of the incident and spread its net.


Chapter 94