Joe was a good-looking man who was very masculine & rugged. He'd been married three times & three times divorced. That's because he wasn't really looking for a woman. He was looking for a man who was more masculine & rugged than him. Nothing was happening in the City & he was getting older. Then his mother died & left him a tidy sum. He went up into the Sierras & bought 60 acres in a remote location. He thought he'd find the type of man he was looking for up there. And he did, they were all over, but they were all married or had a good-looking young mama hanging off them. He was beginning to think it would never happen, and then one hot August day the man he was looking for wandered into his clearing from the bush. He was a giant of a man with long wild blond hair, a three-day stubble, and oodles of tattoos. He looked like a Viking warrior who had gotten lost. But something was wrong. The Bulldog was dead. He knew that, but it didn't mean he didn't feel. Or want things that most people thought were reserved only for the living. What does Joe do? What can he do? The Bulldog doesn't take NO for an answer.