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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Seth and True are cousins, born in the same house on the Navajo reservation. That's about all they have in common, though, what with Seth going the way of a bad seed, and True living up to his name and going to college while studying with the tribe to become a medicine man. They have one other thing in common, though. They love each other, to the point where secrets in both this world and the spirit world threaten to destroy them because of it. When they're trapped by a vicious pothunter they believe is raiding a sacred burial ground, they learn that some secrets can kill. Can these brother-cousins stay alive ... and stay together?

eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/High Balls, Published: http://www.torquerepress.com, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2006

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [494 KB], eReader (PDB) [111 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [93 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [83 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [115 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [152 KB], hiebook (KML) [251 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [149 KB], iSilo (PDB) [78 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [97 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [138 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [123 KB]
Words: 28640
Reading time: 81-114 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-933389-65-6

It was so dark, a thick darkness ... like black wool. Pregnant, bruised clouds rolled across the sky, billowing into white thunderheads in the east. Lightening lit the western clouds inside with blue and yellow flashes. Snarled fingers of creosote and mesquite were shadow upon shadow clawing at the night. Rain drummed the roof of True Yazzie's little truck. A hard, male rain ... the kind that was all destruction not life.

What was it, three-thirty, four-o-clock? Wonderful way to start a day.

"Come on nizhóní chidítsoh." My sweetheart truck. "Please baby, please. You love me, you know you love me." As he cajoled, True cranked the key in the ignition of his aging Toyota.

Navajo didn't curse and rant when things went wrong. That would offend the spirit of the vehicle. Instead they wheedled, coaxed and promised new air filters or better gas ... made the thing want to behave for them.

He shouldn't have tried to make the wash. It was bad enough going when it was dry: spill a beer can and the shallow gully became a rushing river. Black water already swirled about the running boards. Tonal clicks followed the futile electric screech. Headlights flickered, picking out debris churning in the brackish flow. True ran his fingers through black hair, longish on top but cropped close along the sides. What the hell was he doing out here? A little pick-up truck island stranded in the torrent. He banged his hand on the dash and set the pine tree air-freshener swinging. Why had he gone out? Making up for time lost on winter break. Rain or sleet or snow, True would have gone to Martha's house.