Barry Ray Knihy

"Hunter Littlejohn was five foot three inches tall, one hundred ten pounds and ablaze with curiosity and the desire for adventure. Her ambitions as well as her disposition were well suited to her flaming red hair. She had a small, upturned nose, sprinkled with freckles and the lilywhite complexion of one of those unique creatures described as a true redhead. Her eyes were emerald green and her lips were full and sensuous, but the set of her jaw usually kept suitors at bay. However, with her shapely legs, full breasts and tiny waist, no man could ignore her, and all would require at least a second look. She treated these admirers with distain, and still they dreamed about her in their most secret fantasies.This was not the case with Nicholas Kane. Hunter couldn’t for the life of her figure out how to handle this tall, handsome and purely ornery mountain man. Kane was as ruthless and dangerous as he was handsome. She wanted to go west to look for her fiancé, and her best friend Quincy had told her Kane was the only man for the job. Her problem was that Kane refused to take her. At their first meeting, they instinctively hated each other. Eventually she kidnapped Kane, and in the company of her best friend, several muleskinners and two soiled doves from a local saloon, they left Chicago and headed for the Nevada goldfields..."

"Jeremiah Culhane had made his living always, as a gunfighter. Through what some might consider questionable means, he had now become a landowner. Cully wanted desperately to put away his guns, raise a family and live out his life in peace and contentment. It was not meant to be.With a killer dog, the meanest horse alive, and a cantankerous old man as traveling companions, he found that the beautiful valley below the mountain on which he intended to abide, was rife with conflict. As bad as he hated the idea, it looked as though he would be forced to strap on his guns and pick sides…"