C.C. Carver's honeysuckle kiss has haunted John Raincrow for more than ten years. He would recognize her anywhere -- even in a dusty saloon, dressed in a harlot's costume. She's returned to Colorado too late though, and while he'll see her back to Pearl safe and sound, he will not let himself know the woman she has become. Not even if that woman kneels between his knees, moans into his mouth or whispers “please”.