Cherokee Lighthorseman Black Fox is hunting his prey...the Cat – a notorious thief who is playing Robin Hood and stealing from the rich only to give his proceeds to the poor. But Black Fox is in for a surprise when a chance encounter places the Cat squarely in his arms, and he finds a beautiful young woman gazing at him instead of the outlaw he’d expected.
Cathleen O’Sullivan is a single-minded woman. She’s hell bent on revenge, and has some very good reasons for it. Now, put one handsome Cherokee lawman together with a gorgeous young beauty, and the outcome is pretty inevitable. After all, hormones will be hormones, whether in some far-off galaxy or, as is the case here, the old West.
The conflict arises when Black Fox faces the choice of doing his duty and taking Cat in for a murder she swears she didn’t commit, or trusting her and helping her clear her name. For Cat, the matter of trust is also paramount. She’s learned never to trust anybody, but finds her resolve weakening around Black Fox. He’s such a fabulous hero, that just about anyone would probably weaken around him. Where’s my saddle?
The story is relatively predictable, at least from the romantic point of view, but the characters are lively, well-written and the book itself is quite engrossing, even if Western romances are not your usual choice. It’s a very blunt look at conditions during that turbulent time, and there are few flutterings of calico dresses or simpering ladies. It’s more a battle to survive the harsh conditions and even harsher men. I recommend this book to any lover of western romance, especially if you’ve read any other of Genell Dellin’s stories. She certainly spins a wonderful tale for a night around the campfire.