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Eugene's face paled. He turned and stormed out the
door, slamming it behind him.
    Saber pressed her hand over her heart, more
frightened than ever. But she tried to push her
fear aside, knowing there was nothing to gain by
giving in to it. If a man like Eugene was afraid
of Mr. Felton, then what kind of monster must
he be?
    Sam moved to the window and watched his
brother ride away. "I don't think he'll be bothering you no more. No sirree. He's no coward,
but he don't want to rile Graham Felton any."
    Saber lay down across the hard bench, unmindful of the splinters. Her body was shaking
with fear. Turning her head to the wall, she
closed her eyes and cried silently. There was no help for her. Not even her brother, Noble, could
help her now. And Matthew had to know about
her abduction by now-what must he be thinking?

    "He won't bother you anymore," Sam said
again, thinking she was crying because of his
brother, Eugene.
    "But what about Graham Felton?"
    Sam turned back to the window, hating to
think about this soft, beautiful woman in that
mad dog's hands. He liked Saber Vincente-he
hadn't wanted to, but she was nice. "Like as not,
he's seen you somewhere and wants you for his
woman."
    His words brought no comfort to Saber, and
she could not stop her tears from falling.

     

Acting on a strong hunch, Reese had camped
near the road south of Dallas for three days. He'd
watched the people who came his way, but none
of them were the Miller brothers. One of the
men he spoke to was able to give him a good
description of the two older brothers.
    For all he knew, the Millers might already
have turned Miss Vincente over to Graham Felton. But he was gambling that the meeting
hadn't yet taken place. Felton would be cautious,
knowing that the whole state of Texas would be
searching for the Vincente woman. Reese expected him to meet with the brothers and then
decide where the woman was to be exchanged.

    He was also gambling that the Miller brothers
would attempt to sneak into Dallas by swimming their horses across the Trinity River rather
than taking the ferry, where people might recognize them.
    Reese shaded his eyes and judged it to be the
noon hour. If none of the Miller brothers had
shown up by evening, he'd ride into Dallas and
see if he could pick up their trail from there.
    It was late afternoon when he saw the dust of
a lone rider approaching. He urged his horse behind a thick cedar bush, waiting and watching.
    As the rider drew near, Reese guided his horse
into the man's path and aimed his rifle at his
heart. "Stop where you are," he commanded in
a harsh voice. "And don't move."
    The stranger pulled back on the reins and
looked at Reese, seemingly undaunted. "If it's
money you're after, you won't get much from
me, mister."
    Reese shook his head. "Don't want your
money I'm after information." He could see a
strong resemblance between the stranger and
Mrs. Miller. They had the same shape face, the
same color eyes. And this man fit the description
of the older brother, Earl. Reese could tell a lot
about a man just by looking into his eyes. While
Mrs. Miller's eyes had been honest and heavy
with sadness, her son's eyes held a mendacious expression, and there was something sly and deceitful in the dark depths.

    "Unbuckle your gun belt and drop it to the
ground," Reese ordered. "Then carefully ease
that rifle out of the holster and drop it, too."
    Earl Miller looked into the stranger's hard,
cold eyes and knew he meant exactly what he
said. Slowly he unbuckled his gun belt and let it
drop. He then unholstered his rifle and pitched
it to the ground.
    Reese motioned with his rifle. "Dismount
slowly, but keep your hands where I can see
them at all times."
    Earl did as he was told, although he had trouble removing his foot from the stirrup with his
hands in the air. Reese encouraged him by cocking the rifle and leveling it right between his
eyes.
    "Damn it, what do you want from