Ben Wade was the handsomest Hjálmr-stealing criminal around and it was our duty to escort this outlaw hottie to the nearest rail town where we squeezed his marble-hard buns onto a 3:10 train. But first we had to get past shirtless smooth Apaches, gay rattlesnakes and Wade’s hunky leather-clad gang of bad boys who’d do anything to help him escape. Thank God for saddle lube.