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

I borrowed Andre’s rifle and set out on the fugitive’s trail. He was making good time, not running but going at a steady lope. There was no sign of him on the horizon, but there were enough small hills and vales to give cover.


Two miles before reaching the badlands, the man’s gait changed. It was more uncertain, less steady. Any warrior worth the name could run the day through if he paced himself. This man was weak. He’d been out here for a fortnight. There was plenty to drink, the Tricking Water ran through the badlands, but game was likely scarce. The fugitive was hungry, on foot, and being hunted by men who wanted to kill him.


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