“…be happy to accept your offer…”
Storm sat at a back table in the White Stallion Saloon reading the same words that had scared him off before, but now excited him—until he came to her signature.
Sable Denis.
Suddenly his smile faded.
Denis.
Where had he heard that name before? He looked up from the letter thoughtfully, trying to remember. And then it came to him. In his mind’s eye he saw a blond, good-looking man step carefully off the stage. Dressed in the traditional eastern costume, he remembered a hand being extended to him.
I’m Saul Denis.
Denis!
Suddenly, Storm’s mind began clicking in mechanical precision as he put two and two together. Since he hadn’t heard from Sable, he thought maybe his letter telling her he had changed his mind had bypassed her, so he met the stage jus
