Ghost Towns & Gates of Hell by Anitra Lynn McLeod

Author:Anitra Lynn McLeod
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay second-chance romance, gay mystery romance, gay western romance, gay cowboy romance, mm western, western romance mm, gay HEA romance, erotic gay cowboy romance, erotic gay HEA romance, erotic gay romance
Publisher: Anitra Lynn McLeod
Published: 2019-02-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Using the side door, Rio stepped out to take care of business then came right back in. “Okay, there’s an outhouse out there.”

“Did you use it?”

“I peed off the side of the cliff. Or at least I tried to.” Rio grinned a little manically. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“You’re not dreaming.” Dillion could hardly tear his gaze away from the view. When he finally managed, he realized the room they’d entered had been frozen in time for a hundred and fifty years or more. He lifted his camera and began to take shots of everything. When Rio stepped into the frame, he took shots of him too. Those he wouldn’t be able to use for his article, but he could keep them for himself. Hopefully, this would be just the first of many adventures they would share together.

“It’s almost perfectly preserved.” Rio walked around, examining the intact furniture, the paintings, the rugs. “The only thing that didn’t survive were the drapes.”

“The sun ate them up.” Tattered remains clung to ornate rods, but everything not in the path of sunlight from the windows looked almost new but for a coating of light dust.

“What year is all this from?” Rio asked, stroking over the back of a red velvet fainting couch.

“I’m seeing things from as early as 1830 up into 1890.” Despite the different styles, all the furniture blended harmoniously. He never would have imagined mixing simplistic Mission-style furniture with the more ornate American Revival but here it appeared as if the pieces were made for one another. They even blended colors from rich ruby red to jet black to hunter green and cream.

“These don’t look like the stoves at the hotel.”

“These are tile stoves from Germany.” One for each side of the massive room. Instead of routing the vent out the ceiling, they’d bent them so they vented out the side wall. Dillion had no doubts that one detail had probably saved the roof from damage.

“What about the building’s age?” Rio asked.

“I have no idea.” Dillion shrugged.

“A better question would be how in the hell did this place go unnoticed?”

“I don’t know,” Dillion said, but when they went outside they realized someone had built the big room on a relatively narrow outcropping of rock. The area couldn’t be accessed from over the ridge behind it or the valley down below, not without professional climbing and/or repelling equipment.

“The only way to get to this place is through the tunnel.” Dillion took more pictures.

“Complete privacy.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s in astonishing shape.”

“From that overhang.” Dillion pointed to the solid rock that swelled out over the building. “It covers the roof.” Heavy snows would have rolled off the rock and down into the valley without ever touching the structure.

Rio led the way back inside. “This is even more well-built than the hotel.”

“But what did they do here that needed so much privacy?” Dillion tried to get a read on the room but failed. It wasn’t like any room he’d seen while working on his ghost town project. It looked a lot like a parlor or a sitting room.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.