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And Jacob knew if Dakota disappeared into the Rockies , no one would find him until he was ready. So Jacob had set about to find the real criminal.
     
    Now Devil Blackmoor had brought in Dakota's woman for money. Emma's face had been on wanted posters all over Denver and the state of Colorado . Angela pulled herself inside the room, determined to do something to help Emma.
     
    Nervously, Angela tapped her fingers against the window-pane. Her forehead rested against the cold glass, and she inhaled a ragged breath.
     
    "Think." Think.
     
    In a blind panic and knowing Devil and Emma would disappear from sight any second, Angela whirled from her perch at the window. She raced through the room, grappling with the doorknob in her haste to reach the street before they turned a corner. Her skirts tangled around her feet and legs, she stumbled awkwardly through the long hallway and down the stairs to the lobby of the hotel.
     
    "Oof." The impact jarred her all the way to her toes. "I'm sorry... I..." Angela bent to retrieve the packages that had flown from the man's arms when she ran into him.
     
    "You should be," the man told her, his tone indignant.
     
    "I'm so sorry." Her voice was soft--strained. "Here." She handed him the last package and dashed out the door. "I'm sorry." But she almost smashed into a lady.
     
    "Where I come from young women are polite." The man's harsh words followed her. "They watch where they are going."
     
    She ran, her skirts held high.
     
    The buildings blurred into one.
     
    In the middle of the street she stopped, searching for some sign of Devil and Emma. A few seconds later she headed into the red-light district. More than anything Angela wanted to help Emma prove her innocence. More than anything she wanted to see Dakota happy.
     
    Her sweaty hands clutched the fabric of her skirt. Angela turned slowly, searching out every dark nook, every door left open. She saw no one she recognized. Not Devil. Not Emma. In the few seconds it had taken her to race from the hotel, they had disappeared.
     
    "Where did you go, Devil Blackmoor, and what did you do with Emma Barringer. If you've hurt her in anyway, I'll skin you alive."
     
    Angela had been trained by the most skilled warriors in the Dakotas . She should be able to find two people. She had to--for Dakota and Jacob. They shared a common bond of love and friendship.
     
    What affected one, affected them both. Loyalty to each other ran strong and deep.
     
    Now Devil had brought in Dakota's woman. Devil was a gun for hire. In the weeks that had passed, Angela had found out all she could about Devil Blackmoor. Nothing she'd heard except his profession could be accepted as fact. What she'd heard had to be rumor, the tales too fantastic to believe. Yet...
     
    He was a Russian prince. My foot.
     
    He was the son of a Turkish sultan and owned an exotic harem of over one hundred women at his beck and call. Even less believable.
     
    She'd heard that Lawrence Stevens, Emma's stepfather, was paying Devil twenty thousand dollars to bring Emma back to Denver . Emma was part of her family now, and in Angela's eyes, family was everything.
     
    That allegiance made Devil Blackmoor her enemy.
     
    Dakota wouldn't let Emma go without a fight. She was suddenly very worried about Dakota.
     
    "Angela!"
     
    Her heart skipped a beat. She'd recognize that voice anywhere. "No," she said. "Not now."
     
    Her father's fingers wound around her arm, effectively stopping her blind rush into the nearest saloon.
     
    "What are you up to?" he asked.
     
    "Nothing, Papa."
     
    That earned her a sour look, but she didn't dare tell her father she'd been about to step through the swinging doors in front of her into the Gold Nugget Saloon.
     
    "Emma..." The impact of what had just occurred hit hard.
     
    "Angela?" Sam asked, seemingly confused.
     
    Angela turned to him. "Papa!" She sounded frantic. She was.
     
    "What are you doing here?" Sam stood beside her, waiting for an