Chapter 3
When Storm hadn’t received his money back, a million things went through his mind. She might have been angry and decided to keep it, or maybe she was already on her way when he sent it. If so, she would probably be on the next stage.
Now, as he stood outside the stage depot, he saw three men get off but no woman. He looked up at the stagecoach driver. “Hey, Curly, did you have a woman from Boston this trip?”
“No. The only passenger from Boston is this gentleman here.”
Storm glanced over at Saul, and then muttered, “Okay, thanks.” He turned to go, but when he noticed the gentleman from Boston kept staring at him, he asked, “Have we met?” Before Saul could answer, Storm waved his hand. “Don’t even answer that stupid question. If you just came in from Boston, there’s no way I co
