Road to Paradise

3. Comfort (#litres_trial_promo)

Five: The Road to St. Louis

1. A Little Buddha (#litres_trial_promo)

2. A Full Bladder (#litres_trial_promo)

3. The Least of Candy (#litres_trial_promo)

Six: Isle of Capri

1. Eighteen and Twenty-one (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Five Flower (#litres_trial_promo)

3. A Race Not to the Swift (#litres_trial_promo)

Seven: New Melleray

1. Hours of the Divine Office (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Estevan’s Stories (#litres_trial_promo)

3. Rock, Paper, Eddie (#litres_trial_promo)

Eight: Looking for the Missouri

1. Gina’s Boredom (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Hoadley Dean (#litres_trial_promo)

3. Argosy Pavilion (#litres_trial_promo)

Nine: Badlands

1. The Bartered Bride (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Lakota Chapel, All Welcome (#litres_trial_promo)

3. Broken Hill (#litres_trial_promo)

Ten: Making Things Wright

1. Surio (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Hell’s Half-Acre (#litres_trial_promo)

3. The. Great. Divide (#litres_trial_promo)

Eleven: Beyond the Great Divide

1. Good Samaritans (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Open Range (#litres_trial_promo)

3. The Loneliest Road in America (#litres_trial_promo)

Twelve: Renoforjesus

1. Lost (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Balefire (#litres_trial_promo)

3. Cave, Cave, Deus Videt (#litres_trial_promo)

Thirteen: You are Ascending into Paradise

1. Endless Skyway (#litres_trial_promo)

2. Lovely Lane (#litres_trial_promo)

3. Four Last Things (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue: Maccallum House

Keep Reading (#litres_trial_promo)

A Note to my Readers (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_33c7d7e8-3869-5678-8ef5-61ffae4a5bad)

“MOTEL” (#ulink_33c7d7e8-3869-5678-8ef5-61ffae4a5bad)

Do what you like, Shelby Sloane, the bartered bride had said to me, smiling like an enigma, just remember: all roads lead to where you stand.

Back then I said, what does that mean?

This morning I knew. It was the morning of the third day I had been trapped in a room, two miles from the main drag of the Reno strip in a place called “Motel.”

I stood alone, broke, and in Reno.

There is one road that leads to Reno from the east—Interstate 80, and in Salt Lake City, Utah, 569 miles away, there is a bellman at a four-star hotel who, when asked if there is perhaps a more scenic route than the mind-numbing Interstate, blinks at me his contempt in the sunshine before slowly saying, “In Nevada?”