John Hare came west from Connecticut looking for health and adventure. In the Utah desert he found both--and a woman he had never bargained for. The Mormons found him running for his life, only minutes ahead of a murderous band of rustlers who had pegged him for a spy. The Mormons let him join their party, pairing him with a half-Navajo beauty. "Lay down with Mescal in the shadows," the Mormon leader said. "The rustlers will think you are sweethearts and pass you by." It worked. It worked too well. The Mormons always did have a gift for prophecy...
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