Curt Sanders was the restless sort.
He was always looking for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He spent a lot of time out of town, digging through mine shafts or just chasing down his dream one way or another. He only came into town once in a while when he needed something, or to rest up so he could go out again. He managed to have a little luck, but it was never the windfall he’d always hoped for. Due to Curt’s traveling, he only knew Storm slightly. That was because Storm didn’t take to people too quickly. He was close-mouthed and distant until he felt he could trust you, but if the day ever came that you got on his good side, you couldn’t have a better friend. In fact, if you didn’t pass his test, a vampire with a toothache would have a better chance.
Now, when Curt rode in
