TWO OF A KIND (EDGE/STEELE Book 1)

Two of a kind, the Virginian had called them. And that was certainly right. Not in their heritage and not in their looks and builds. But in the violence of war and during the vengeance hunts of each of them after the war was finished, they had both been reforged on different yet strangely similar anvils.
They killed without compunction and yet only in self-defense or after a fair warning had been given. They asked no favors, but if favors were granted unbidden, they ensured repayment. They didn't give a shit what anybody thought of them.
And they had survived. Physically. They had also preserved the same precious few yet important emotional responses that continued survival de­manded. To enable each of them to live among other men—and with themselves. . . .
. . . when Edge and Steele ride into town!