Nathaniel has many names. The Deathrider, White Wolf, The Plague of the West. He's the ice-eyed killer of the plains, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. Or so the rumours go. Ava Archer wouldn't know. She's never seen him. But she's written more than a dozen dime novels about him, and she thrives on the rumours she creates. Nathaniel is ready to put those rumours to bed by confronting Archer. But he never could have predicted that Archer wouldn't be at all what he expected, but rather a sexy redhead woman with sloe dark eyes that could slay a man at fifty paces...