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THE BOUNTY HUNTER
by
VICKI LEWIS THOMPSON

MILLS &. BOON

ANYTIME TWO-DOZEN red roses arrived, Dallas Wade liked to know why.

She had no reason to expect the extravagant bouquet awaiting her Friday
night when she arrived at Rowdy Ranch, Tucsoxis premiere
country-western night spot.  She ran one of five mall-type shops
located in a corner of the complex, whose main attraction was a large
dance floor.  The scent of roses engulfed her as she entered the shop,
an exclusive hairstyling salon for men.

Her assistant, Amber Dalton, dressed to match Dallas in fringed shorts,
boots, snug western shirt and hat, tucked a stack of towels into a
dark-paneled cabinet.  "You must have given some guy one heck of a
haircut ."

Dallas pulled the small envelope from its plastic holder.  "I can't
imagine what these are for."

"And here you were telling me there's nobody special right now."

"There isxi t. I really don't..."  Dallas stared at the enclosed card.
Thanks for believing in me.  Neal Parnell

"So?"  Amber leaned over her shoulder.  "Who's the secret admirer?" She
paused and read the card.  "My God, Dallas.  Neal Parnell.  Did you
speak to him personally or something after the trial?"

"No, of course not."  Dallas tried to fit the strange gesture into a
logical framework.  "But considering I was foreperson of the jury, he
might think I was somehow responsible for finding him not guilty."

"Maybe.  But how would he know where you worked?"

Dallas thought back over the trial.  "He was sitting right there when
the jury was chosen, and we had to give our names and occupations." She
met Amber's concerned gaze.  "I suppose he could have called around
this afternoon, looking for me."

Amber shivered.  "That gives me the creeps.  After all he was on trial
for rape.  "

"And he was acquitted."  Dallas looked Amber straight in the eye.  "He
had a fair trial.  He was found innocent.  Now he should be treated
like everyone else: '

"Yeah, but it he called salons until he found out where you
worked-that's sort of weird, don't you think?"

"Not if he had some secretary at the dealership do it for him."

Amber glanced at the flowers and slowly nodded.  "you're right.  And
after all the money his father spent on that shark of a lawyer, what's
a few more bucks for roses?  Parnell Motors probably treated this like
the conclusion of a big business deal or something, with gifts of
gratitude passed out all around: '

"That's discrimination."  Dallas was irritated by

Amber's "shark lawyers" assessment.  Her assistant was subtly implying
Dallas and the jury had been duped, when, in fact, the prosecution had
had no case.  She turned to hang up her fringed jacket.  "The press
coverage was discriminatory, too.  you're prejudiced because he s
rich."  "you're darned right I am.  From all reports, he's a party
animal who's probably never worked a full day in all his twenty-six
years.  That's enough information for me to write him off."

Dallas held on to her temper and turned slowly back to Amber.  "But it
doesn't make him a criminal."

Amber shook her head and grinned.  "That's just like you, Dallas. Youre
so damned unbiased that you should make a career of jury service: '

"No, thanks."  Dallas knew Amber didn't really intend to needle her.
She just enjoyed speaking her mind, a quality Dallas appreciated most
of the time.  "I missed going through my usual routine these past few
days " she added, meaning it.  She wanted to put the trial behind
her.

Amber stroked one silky rose petal and leaned forward to sniff the
heady fraqance.  "Gonna keep these?"

"No, I'm not: Dallas ripped the card and envelope into four neat parts
and tossed them into the trash.

"Sending me flowers for doing my civic duty is inappropriate he's
probably so excited about being acquitted he's not thinking, but it
just looks bad.  Like a payoff or something.

"Then let me have them.  I can drive Vince crazy wondering who sent
them to me: '

"Fine, as long as you take them out to your car right now."  Dallas
picked up the heavy vase and started to hand it to her.  "don't tell me
they're not your color," said a male voice from the doorway of the
shop.

Dallas glanced around and looked straight into the blue eyes of Neal
Parnell.

GABE ESCALANTE PUSHED open the heavy oak doors of Rowdy Ranch and was
greeted by a Dolly Parton song on the sound system.  The bouncer waved
him through.  Nobody had ever checked Gabe's ID, not even when he was
underage.

Once inside he shoved back his hat and surveyed the complex.  He
immediately spotted Parnell talking to a tall blonde in fringed lqlack
shorts, red boots and blouse and a red Stetson.  Gabes eyes narrowed.
The sexy outfit changed her some, but he could swear she was the one
his sister had pointed out as the foreman-no, they called them fore
persons now-of the jury.  And she held a vase stuffed with roses.

Parnell was all duded up in western gear-a loud cowboy shirt, tight
black jeans, a black hat.  Gabe wondered if this was a hangout for the
guy.  How convenient that the foreperson of the jury just happened to
be a woman, and happened to work here.

Gabe ambled toward them in the nonchalant way he'd perfected over the
years.  He wanted to find out where the flowers had come from, but
there was no need to get anybody Excited.  Yet.

He hadn't been inside Rowdy Ranch in years.  Back when he was a kid the
building had been a discount warehouse.  The place was huge, with
enough room for a large racetrack style dance floor, three bars, at
least fifteen pool tables and a slew of pinball machines and video
games.  The new management had replaced the live band with a deejay
booth that loosely resembled a stagecoach and had set up an inexpensive
all-you-ca neat buffet.  Gelled lights and two revolving mirrored balls
flung rainbows over the dance floor, and neon glowed from every wall.

The place wasn't crowded yet, but in a few hours Gabe knew it would be
packed.  "Rowdy Ranch-where spurs jingle and folks mingle; warbled the
radio ads.  The country-western dance craze had transformed Rowdy Ranch
from a struggling cowboy hangout into the most popular nightclub in
town.

The mall-style concessions in the far corner were something new, too.
The leather shop selling boots and hats made sense to him, and the
old-fashioned photography studio where people dr2ssed up like gamblers
and dance-hall women seemed logical.  Western shirts, jewelry and
tourist-trap pottery always made money.  But the Cutting Pen, where
Pamell was, puzzled Gabe.  Even though the atmosphere was masculine,
with lariat5 , spurs and ten-gallon hats hanging on the walls, what
kind of guy would get his hair shampooed and cut in front of a dance
hall full of people?

Three pool tables, all unoccupied, squatted in front of the row of
shops.  Gabe headed for the one closest to the Cutting Pen and pulled a
cue stick from the rack.  He took his time examining the tip and
sighting down the stick while he listened to Pamell and the woman.

"I watched you during the trial; Pamell said.  "I could tell you
weren't buying that crap the prosecuting attorney was dishing out : '

"I just tried to be fair; the woman replied.  Her voice was low and
well modulated, a kind of voice that pleasantly stroked Gabe's nerve
endings.  In another context he might spend the evening trying to find
out if the woman matched the quality of her voice-but not tonight.

"Oh, you were the fairest of them all, Dallas, Parnell said.  "That's
why I sent the flowers."

Gabe's jaws clamped together.  Sothe son of a bitch had sent them.
Flowers to the foreperson of the jury, a woman he seemed to be on a
first-name basis with.  The cue stick trembled in Gabe's hands.  He
laid it on the green felt and gripped the edge of the table to steady
himself.  Everything depended on his keeping his cool.  He walked
toward the bar, away from the cozy pair.  He'd heard enough.

He'd wait until Parnell left.  Then he'd get a haircut in that
ridiculous place, so he could find out something about this woman named
Dallas.  Maybe Parnell had bought her off.  Maybe he'd bribed the
entire jury.  If so, Gabe would find out.  He would poke and probe into
every action Parnell had taken and would take in the future.  And
somehow, someday, Gabe would nail the bastard.  The jury may have
decided differently today , but as sure as rattlesnakes had fangs, Neal
Parnell had raped his sister.

THE FLOWERS WE RING necessary, Mr.  Parnell, Dallas said, fight inga
nervous flutter in her stomach.  "I was only doing the job I was
assigned to do: '

"Callme Neal.  And I don't believe a word of it.  A lot of people on
that jury wanted my head on a pole.  It would have made a great scandal
and people love scandal.  But you were different.  I'll bet you talked
some people into changing their minds ."

She had, but she decided not to say so.  "They could see the evidence
was lacking."

"Because you pointed it out.  I'd say I owe you dinner at the Tack
Room.  When are you free?"

Over Parnell's shoulder Dallas could see Amber's wide eyes and gaping
mouth.  The Tack Room was Tucson's only five-star restaurant, and she
and Amber joked about going there when they won the lottery.

"You don't owe me a thing, Neal," Dallas said gently

"Then let's do it for the hell of it: '

"I think it would be better if we didn't: '

He looked confused.  Then his expression cleared.  "Oh, I get it.  You
think people will talk.  you're not used to that.  Listen, Dallas, you
have to say to hell with public opinion and enjoy yourself."  He
pointed a finger at her.  "I can see you work way too hard.  Take a
break.  Have some fun for a change."

Dallas could understand why Neal was unpopular with the public.  He
flaunted his indolence as if it were a virtue.  Parnell Motors, a
family business for three generations, provided him with a pseudo sales
job, but nobody believed Neal put in long hours on the car lot.  Yet he
drove a black Corvette, ate at the finest restaurants , dressed in the
best clothes.  Working people had a hard time with that sort of
unearned life-style.

Dallas gave him her firm-but-friendly brush-off.  "I don't think so,
Neal: She smiled, but her tone didn't leave room for discussion.

He laughed.  "Okay, I can see you're spooked by this trial business,
but people will forget about that, and you'll be able to relax.  In the
meantime I'll hang around."  He touched the brim of his hat.  "you're
worth waiting for, ma am."  He turned and headed for the dance floor,
where a few people had begun a spirited line dance.

Dallas watched as he inserted himself into the group.  He didn't know
the dance, but he quickly coaxed a woman in a short denim skirt into
teaching him.

Amber came to stand beside her.  "Looks like Rowdy Ranch just landed
another regular custom.  "

Dallas sighed as she thought of trying to fend Neal off night after
night.  "

"And I'll bet he's not used to being turned down for dinner at the Tack
Room: '

"Probably not."  Dallas glanced toward her.  "Listen , one of us needs
to hit the buffet line and get something to eat.  I'll cover the shop
if you want to go first "

"Sure.  Signal if you need me: '

Dallas watched Amber walk toward the long buffet table.  Several of the
cowboys gathering at the bar watched her, too.  Amber was good for
business.  They both worked Friday and Saturday nights to allow each
other breaks during the nonstop activity that would begin in about
another half hour.  Dallas had hired Amber seven months ago when it
became obvious the customer load demanded it.  She and Amber traded off
weeknights.

Shed chosen Amber primarily for her excellent hairstyling skills, but
also for her great legs.  Men paid a fair amount of change for a
shampoo and haircut at the Cutting Pen and Dallas had found they paid
it willingly if the stylist wore shorts to good advantage.  She was
idealistic enough to wish the world were different, and practical
enough to accept that it wasn't.

"Open for business?"

Dallas snapped out of her reverie.  The man leaning against the far
side of the wide entrance had approached silently.  She glanced at his
scuffed ostrichskin boots, worn jeans and faded blue plaid shirt,
sleeves rolled to the elbow, and decided that he dressed this way all
the time, not just to fit into the atmosphere at Rowdy Ranch.

His skin was darkened by the sun, and beneath the brim of his black hat
the strength of his features reminded her of an Aztec warrior she d
seen depicted once on a mural in Mexico City.  His dark hair curled
down past his nape.  This man hadn't seen the inside of a barber shop,
let alone a styling salon, for at least three months.

"Have a seat; she said, giving him a careful smile that welcomed, yet
drew boundaries around that welcome She allowed herself to be a maxi s
fantasy for the time he rested within her chair.  Her customers seemed
to understand the unspoken rules and she'd rarely had a problem with
unwanted advances.  Amber hadn't yet perfected the technique, but
Dallas was slowly teaching her.

The man hung his hat on a rack by the door and sat in the chair
gingerly.  He was probably the sort of guy who paid a bare minimum to a
male barber whenever some woman heckled him into gettinga haircut.
Dallas wondered why he was here.  Maybe to settle a bet or prove he
could handle anything.  Dallas suspected he'd worked himself up to the
experience, possibly even had a couple of drinks to bolster his
courage.

She turned the chair to face the mirror.  "I'll need your name.  "

He frowned.  "Why?"

"For my files, so I can record what we did tonight.  Then next time
I'll remember your preferences."  The subtle suggestion there would be
a next time was one of her time-honored techniques for getting repeat
business

"Gabe: He cleared his throat and looked slightly uncomfortable.  "Gabe
Escalante: '

"What a wonderful name: '

He made no response as she copied it onto an index card, but when she
glanced into the mirror he'd composed his expression so that he once
more resembled a haughty war nor prince from another age.  She wondered
again what had motivated him to come into her salon.

She accepted his reticence as a challenge.  "Just relax ; she said,
picking up the massage wand and running it across his shoulder blades.
His facial expression didn't change, but his muscles flexed uneasily
beneath the soft shirt.  Lots of muscles.  "I'll bet you work outdoors
, she said.

"Some: '

Dallas smiled.  The strong, silent type still existed, but she could
usually break them down a lit8e during the time she had them in her
chair.  "Construction?"  The vibrating wand was having an effect and
the tense set of his shoulders eased a fraction.  She imagined a
softening of the flint like dark eyes.

"Not exactly."

"The mines, then."  She moved the wand in a semicircle beneath his
shoulder blades, working through the knots.

"Once upon a time."

Dallas thought she heard him sigh, which told her she was making
progress.  Men who had a sensual experience in her salon always came
back.  She'd consider it a feather in her cap if she captured this
stressed-out cowboy.  "I have a brother who worked out at Duval.  When
the bottom dropped out of the copper market he was laid off, like a lot
of miners ."  Dallas flipped off the switch on the wand and laid it on
the counter beside her.  "Times are tough."

"Not for everyone."  He sounded bitter, almost as though he were
insinuating something.

Dallas wondered what he could be getting at but shrugged it off.  She
pulled a cape patter red to look like rawhide around him and lifted up
his hair to snap it at his nape.  He immediately freed his arms from
under the cape and gripped the arms of the chair.  He was back on
guard, but she'd soon fix that.

She ran her fingers up through the back of his hair, lightly caressing
his scalp.  The texture was surprisingly silky.  He had good volume.
He'd take a styling cut well, if he'd let her experiment a little. "How
much are we taking off tonight?"

That comment usually brought some harmless joking from her customers,
but Gabe seemed at a loss for words.  Some powerful energy radiated
from him, though, coaxing her to stroke through his hair again,

although she had no professional reason to.  "I'd recommend some
layering, to show off that natural curl ."

The choked sound he made could have been laughter or distress.

Dallas chose to interpret it as laughter.  She met his gaze in the
mirror and smiled.  "Okay, Gabe.  I know you're not used to this sort
of place, but bear with me.  You'll be glad you did."

The look he gave her was direct and strong, shocking her as if shed
stepped from an air-conditioned building into the hot Arizona sunshine.
She didn't often meet a man with such a self-confident gaze.  It was a
quality she'd nurtured in herself, and for a moment she and Gabe seemed
to understand each other perfectly , although no words were spoken.  A
man who could match her strength.  She'd about given up finding one.

GABE STARED at the blond Amazon in the mirror and wondered what the
hell he'd gotten himself into.  This woman wasxi t at all what he d
expected.  She seemed so self-possessed and sure of herself he couldn't
picture her stooping to consort with the likes of Parnell.  But she d
said times were tough, and she was trying to keep a business going.
Maybe Parnell had offered her financial help.

It became more difficult to think straight with every moment in this
chair.  He'd been on a plane for thirty six hours in an attempt to get
back to Tucson for at least some of the trial, only to arrive at the
courthouse after it was all over.  That would work to his advantage
because neither Pameil nor this woman could tie him to

Celia.  But he hadn't taken a break since leaving Celia at the
courthouse.  He was jet-lagged and emotionally whipped.  He looked away
from the mirror before Dallas could see any vulnerability in his
gaze.

"I'm going to tilt you back, so I can shampoo and condition your hair;
she said in that sultry voice of hers.

"You doxi t have to do that."

"It's part of what you pay for, Gabe."  She moved a lever and he didn't
have much choice except to lean back.  Sheslipped a soft towel under
his neck to cushion the porcelain basin.  "I'll bet you're a man who
likes to get his money's worth."

Well, she had that right.  And his tax money hadn't bought him much
when it came to putting away a slimeball like Parnell.  He'd better
concentrate on why he was lounging in this fancy excuse for a barber
shop.  Except concentrating wasn't easy when she ran warm water over
his scalp and massaged something creamy into his hair.  Nobody had
washed his hair since... he couldn't remember.  When he was a little
kid on the ranch, maybe, except that had probably been in a horse
trough, and designed for efficiency, not pleasure.

And pleasure described what Dallas was giving him.  His eyes refused to
stay open as her clever fingers worked the lather through in long,
kneading motions that nearly made him groan with delight.  She leaned
over him, her breasts tantalizingly close, her lush perfume filling his
nostrils.  And he'd wondered why men subjected themselves to this.

The running water subdued the sounds of country music, the voices from
the bar and the crack of a cue ball on the tables nearby until they
were nothing but inconsequential background noise.  Gabe was totally
immersed in the experience of having this woman minister to him.  She d
stopped talking, and for the life of him he couldn't summon the energy
to speak.

Warm water sluiced through his hair, followed by a caressing motion of
her hand.  To his disappointment she turned off the water, but she
rubbed his wet hair with long, languorous strokes of the towel, and the
mood remained.

"That's better, she" murmured.  "I'll lever you back up now.  "

As she raised the chair he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw
was the damned flowers.  The sensuous haze evaporated as he stared at
them.  She must have noticed his gaze because she swiveled him toward
the mirror with more vigor than he thought necessary.  She didn't want
him focusing on those flowers.  Guilty conscience , perhaps?

He glanced in the mirror, but she was busy choosinga comb from the
sterilizing jar on the counter.  Or maybe she didn't want to look at
him right now.  The party, sweet though it might have been, was over.
Time for him to do a little questioning of his own.

"Will you let me use my own judgment on the style?"  she asked as she
combed his damp hair back from his forehead.

"Sure: '

"Good.  I think you'll like the results."

He decided to go for the jugular.  "Is Neal Parnell one of your regular
customers?"  ,

She froze in mid-motion.  Then she began studiously snipping at his
hair.  "No.  Why do you ask?"

"I saw him in here a while ago."

"Yes."  Her voice had lost its soothing texture.  Such a pity.

"I wouldn't think having him hang around would be very good for
business."

"He can go wherever he wants."  Her snipping became more vigorous.  "He
s an innocent man: '

"So the jury said."

She stopped snipping and glared at hirxi in the mirror' Were you at the
trial?"

"Got there after it was over, unfortunately.  But someone pointed you
out as the foreperson."

Her chin went up a notch.  "That's right: '

He jerked a thumb back toward the vase of roses.  "Nice flowers ."

She laid down the scissors and the comb.  "Just what are you implying,
Mr.  Escalante?"

He'd meant to be more subtle, but exhaustion pushed him toward the
accusation he'd been restraining for hours.  "No implication.  The
plain truth.  You turned a rapist loose.  "

"That's not true!"

"Oh, yes, it is ."  He wrenched off the cape, scattering hair, and
pushed himself out of the chair.  "And for a little reward, he sends
you flowers.  What else has Neal

Parnell done for you lately, Miss Dallas?"

Her face went dead white and she began to tremble.

"Get out of my shop ."

"Sure thing."  He pulled money from his wallet and threw it on the
counter.  Then he snatched his hat from the rack.  "But justice is a
hobby of mine.  And I'm not going away ,

DALLAS DIDN'T MOVE as Gabe stormed out of the shop.  Then she grabbed a
broom and began furiously sweeping the bits of dark hair that had
scattered when Gabe pulled off the cape.

"Dallas?"

She looked up to find Dave Fogarty, operator of the old-time
photography concession, standing in the doorway.

"Did that fellow cause a problem?"

Dallas gripped the broom handle and took a deep breath.  "No ."

Dave stroked his full gray beard.  "I've never seen anybody take off
like that from your shop.  Usually they leave looking sort of dazed:
'

"I ordered him out."

Amber hurried in, carrying a half-full mug of coffee that she nearly
spilled in her haste.  "You did what?  Did he try to hit on you or
something?"

"No : More in control now, Dallas took the dustpan from a corner and
swept the snippets of dark hair into it.

"Hey, Dallas; Dave said.  "I've been running the shop across from yours
for eighteen months, and I've never known you to throw somebody out.
What did he do?"

Dallas dumped the contents of the dustpan in the trash and faced them.
"He accused me of having some underhanded deal with Parnell, of somehow
rigging the trial ."

Amber gasped.  "Oh, wow.  He's lucky he didn't go out of here looking
like van Gogh."

"I considered aiming the scissors a bit lower than that ."

Dave adjusted his gray Stetson down over his eyes.  "He's at the bar.
Maybe I'll go have a little talk with him."

"No, please."  Dallas picked up the cape from the floor and folded it.
"Let's not make this into a bigger deal than it is ."

"That darn Parnell would have to come in here."  Amber glanced
nervously at the vase of roses.  "I suppose the guy figured out about
the flowers, too."

Dave's eyebrows rose.  "Parnell sent you those?"

"Unfortunately.  He has some idea that as foreperson of the jury I
deserve his gratitude."

"That's not all he thinks you deserve, Amber said.  "He's developed a
crush on you, Dallas.  I watched him while I was eating dinner, and in
between dances he kept looking over at the shop."  She turned to Dave.
"He invited her to dinner at the Tack Room: '

Dave let out a low whistle.

"She declined."

"That's good."  Dave glanced back at his studio where a couple
lingered, looking at the sepia-toned photographs on display.  "I'd
better get back, but I'll keep an eye on you over here.  If either of
those clowns pester you again, I'll drop by."

"Thanks, Dave."

Amber put down her coffee and started toward the roses.  "Maybe I'd
better take those out to my car before they cause any more trouble."

"Wait.  I know I promised them to you, but I'd appreciate it if you d
leave them here, after all."

"You want these flowers?"

"No, but I refuse to be intimidated by that son of a bitch."  Dallas
glared out the door of the shop.  "Those roses are staying until they
wilt.  Just let him try and make something out of it!"

Gabe new he'd screwed up.  He sat at the bar where he had a view of the
Cutting Pen and nursed a beer.  Alcohol probably wasn't such a great
idea, either, but the crisp bite of the ice-cold liquid fit the bill
right now.

He'd done everything wrong.  His plan had been to get a haircut and
some information.  To cooly, calmly lead Dallas into some sort of
compromising confession What had gone wrong?

Just about everything.

He should have refused the massage.  Refused the shampoo.  Refused to
meet the laughing challenge in her eyes, gray eyes with little flecks
of gold that sparkled when she smiled.  He'd become fascinated with the
spirit reflected in those eyes, had wanted to study them far too long.
In spite of damning evidence that she was dishonest , he'd begun to
like her.  Not to mention the baser emotions her touch stirred in
him.

Apparently imagining this desirable woman dealing with Parnell had been
too much for him.  Instead of questioning, he'd accused.  Instead of
playing it cool,

cascading down her back shimmered the way aspen , g he'd worked himself
into a hot rae.  He could blame it leaves danced in a breeze.  But he d
lived in the world on lack of sleep, on the frustration of not being
there for Celia during the trial, on the fury blasting through Icng
enough to know that beautiful hair and a great him when he'd heard the
verdict.  body could just as easily be decorating treachery as

He could sit here and make excuses all night, but he'd honesty.

ruined Dallas as a source of information.  And if she was

Another man walked into the shop, took off his cozy with Parnell, she d
tip him off before the eve rung cowboy hat and eased into the chair
Gabe had va was over.  Parnell might even have the resources to un- ca
ted Dallas reached for the massage wand, and Gabe cover Gabe's identity
as Celia's brother, even though flexed his shoulders, remembering how
soothing the they no longer had tkqe same last name.  deep vibration
had felt.  When Dallas tipped the man

His lack of judgment could mean that Parnell would back into the
shampoo bowl, Gabe could feel her fin slip through his fingers.  If
that happened, he'd never gers on his scalp, smell the fragrance of her
skin.  He was forgive himself.  definitely turned on, not a good
condition to be in right

"Another beer?"  the bartender asked.  now.

Gabe nodded.  The bartender had been eyeing him He looked away,
distracting himself by examining the strangely ever since he sat down.
He scratched inside updated decor of Rowdy Ranch.  On the wall behind
the his collar where sharp barbs of hair had fallen when deejay booth a
black metal sculpture of wild horses was he'd pulled the cape away.  He
knew his hat didn't dis- backlit in red.  On another, a stagecoach
backlit in blue guise the fact that he had half of a haircut, and he
careened across the desert, the driver's whip a vivid probably looked
pretty stupid.  But stupid-looking or slash of purple neon.  The
untamed West.  Leave your not, he'd keep an eye on Parnell for the rest
of the night.  inhibitions behind.

But he was here to monitor Parnell, and he'd better And Dallas.
remember that.  Spotting him in the crowd wasn't hard.

She moved with the short, jerky gestures of anger that he recognized in
himself.  She was probably relay- His gaudy dress and loud manner made
him easy to ing the whole story to the photography-shop guy and find.
He'd already bought some new friends by makthe other woman, a brunette
with long, straight hair inga big deal out of paying for a round of
drinks.  and a figure almost as good as Dallas s. Gabe shook his Gabe
was taking the first shift of watching Parnell, head, angry at himself
all over again.  He should have but he'd lined up two guys to spell
him.  They were known that after months of being without sex he'd be
working cheap because they were friends of his and

, susceptible to a beautiful woman's attention.  they didn't like
Parnell's kind, but Gabe would have

And Dallas was breathtaking, with hair the color of paid his last penny
to snare this particular lowlife.  Ceaspen leaves in the fall.  When
she moved, the curls lia deserved to see him behind bars, along with
anyone who had helped him get away with his crimes.  If that included
the beautiful Dallas, so be it.

It was the Longest Friday night in history for Dallas.  She closed the
shop at midrught.  Amber had gone home a half hour earlier, and Dave
had a run of business and would obviously be staying late.  Dallas
didn't feel like waiting around so he could walk her to the parking
lot, as he often did and undoubtedly wanted to do tonight.  But she was
a big girl, and she always carried a small caruster of pepper spray in
her purse for the times she left the dance hall alone.

Following her usual precaution, she pulled the spray out once she
pushed through the oak doors into the night.  She wore her fringed
leather jacket but the late February chill nipped at her bare legs.
When she saw the black Corvette parked several spaces down from her
truck, she wondered if it could be Neal's.

She was too mentally and physically exhausted to care, but as far as
she knew, he was still dancing.  The Aztec warrior had been glued to
his bar stool.  She'd passed him with her head high, her eyes forward,
and silently wished him a vicious hangover in the morning

To thixtk that she'd thought herself mildly attracted to that arrogant
man.  She wondered if he was some sort of vigilante type who ran around
second-guessing judges and juries.  For all she knew he was dangerous.
She got a firmer grip on her spray as she unlocked the door of her
pickup.

Just as she was about to get in, a car swerved up next to her.  She
whirled, her thumb on the trigger of the spray.

"Hey, don't shoot!"  said the driver of the black Corvette

Dallas looked closer and recognized Neal.  It had been his car, after
all, and now he was heading home.  "A woman can't be too careful in a
parking lot late at night; Dallas said, lowering the spray slightly.

"Yeah, I suppose you'll be especially careful after listerung to the
testimony of that woman at the trial."

"That's right: Dallas turned to get into the truck.

"Good rught now."

"You know we could just have a drink sometime.  I looked for you during
your breaks, but I couldn't find you.  "

Dallas had spent her breaks in the women's rest room for that very
reason.  Dodging Neal all rught was one of the reasons she was so
tired.  "I doxi t think we'll be having a drink, Neal; she said, and
swung into the truck.  "don't be too sure," he called out, just before
he peeled out in a cloud of dust that settled over the peacock blue
finish of Dallas's truck.

Cursing under her breath, Dallas started the engine.  Then she noticed
another truck pull out and drive in the same direction as Neal's
Corvette.  She had a strong suspicion the battered old pickup belonged
to the Aztec war nor Well, at least he was following Neal instead of
her.

The trip to her mobile home in Avra Valley seemed to take much longer
than the twenty minutes her dash board clock registered.  Once there
she pulled into the dirt driveway and parked under the dusk to-dawn
light she'd installed last week, before the trial had begun eating up
all her spare time.

Behind a high chain-link fence, Gretchen, her Great Dane, barked a
greeting.  Dallas checked automatically to make sure both her horses, a
bay mare named Sugar and a roan gelding named Spice, stood peacefully
in the pipe corral.  A three-quarter moon puddled cacti shadows on the
desert floor and outlined the clefts of canyons in the nearby Tucson
Mountains.  Tomorrow she'd go for a ride into one of those canyons, the
irst outing she'd had time for since the trial.

Gretchen started whining, and a large form detached itself from the
edge of the fence.  Dallas leaped from the truck, the pepper spray in
her hand.  "Get out of here, Igor!"  she shouted.

A huge dog, half Irish wolfhound, half Saint Bernard , bounded away
down the road.  Dallas was glad he'd left of his own accord.  She
didn't want to use the spray on him, but he was making a real nuisance
of himself.

Adrenaline still pumping, Dallas locked the truck and strode toward the
gate.  Gretchen whined and yipped, trying to get out.  "And you, you
harlot, get away from that gate.  He's not for you: '

Gretchen barked once in protest, but she backed away from the gate as
Dallas unlocked it.

"I know in your present condition you don't understand this, Dallas
said, rubbing the dog's large head.

"But you're meant for better things than that mongrel.

I'm saving you for Mr.  Right, who will be so purebred he'll probably
brin ga valet when he comes calling: '

Gretchen licked her hand and trotted beside her up the flagstone path,
which Dallas had laid last summer before the rains.  Her list of
projects was long, but each one completed gave her immense satisfaction
because she was building her life herself; without depending on anyone
else, least of all some man.

She unlocked the dead bolt on her front door and stepped into the
living room she'd furnished bit by bit as she could afford it.  The
sofa and easy chair were upholstered in blue denim, and she'd found
chair pads for the rocker in a red bandanna print.  Her coffee and end
tables were solid oak.  She was proud of the room, proud of the whole
place, for that matter.  After buying the land six years ago from her
earnings as a beauty operator, she'd gone into debt for the single-wide
mobile home, but it would be paid for in another two years.  Then she d
only have her loan for starting the business to worry about.

"We have to learn to control some of our urges for instant
gratification, Gretchen; she lectured the dog as she flicked the dead
bolt into place and turned out the living room lights.  "If you scratch
that itch without thinking, you may live to regret it."

Guiltily she remembered an urge she'd had tonight , one she'd scarcely
been willing to admit to herself.  When she'd leaned over Gabe
Escalante, with her fingers buried in the black luxury of his hair and
his eyes drifting closed, she'd had the crazy desire to lean just a
little farther... and taste those sculpted warrior's lips.

GABE SAT on a kitchen chair in Celia's small kitchen, a bath towel
pinned around his shoulders.  He felt slightly more rested than he had
the night before.  Jasper had relieved him of watching Parnell's
apartment at two that morning, and he'd gone home to sleep until nearly
ten.  Then he'd called Celia and talked her into finishing his haircut.
But first he'd had to tell her why he needed her services, and she d
had a fit.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she muttered as she snipped at his hair.
"If you're going to act like an idiot you may as well look like one."

"How do you knowd'm not right?  Pamell could have bought her off,
couldn't he?"

"No.  You weren't at the trial or you'd realize what an imbecilic thing
it was to accuse that woman of something illegal.  She's not the type.
Now hold still."

"You should have seen how Parnell talked to her calling her by her
first name.  And sending roses.  What do you think of that?"

Celia combed a lock of hair away from his ear.  "He does that sort of
thing with women all the time.  He sent me roses before I even knew who
he was.  That's how he operates.  It means nothing: '

"So you say:" He noticed that Celias scissors squeaked like an agitated
mouse.  Dallas's scissors had been well oiled and silent.

"Listen, Gabe, you went off half-cocked, like you tend to do when you
haven't had enough sleep and you're upset.  I wish you'd have told me
you planned to follow Neal around.  Instead you just headed out from
the courthouse like some crazed version of Charles Bronson."

"I had to do something, Cel ."

She waved the scissors dangerously close to his nose.  "So you marched
into Rowdy Ranch and insulted the foreperson of the jury."

"Who let that scumbag walk!"

Celia sighed and continued clipping.  "I tried to prepare you for this,
but you were so sure they'd accept my testimony.  If anybody's to blame
for Neal Pamell getting off, it's me."

Gabe shifted in his chair.  He hated having to think about what had
happened to her.  It made him want to close his fingers around Pamell's
throat and squeeze until all the life left his worthless body.

"Be still, Gabe, unless you want to end up looking like the lead singer
in a heavy metal band."

"I don't like you blaming yourself.  You reacted instinctively"

"And destroyed evidence.  The prosecuting attorney told me from the
beginning it would be hard to prove."

"But Dallas is a woman!  "

"Hold still, Gabel"

He quieted himself with effort.  "She's a woman," he repeated more
calmly.  "She should have listened to your testimony and known you were
telling the truth."

"When Neal had an alibi?  When I'd showered away all the evidence
before I worked up the courage to report it?  When he wore a ski mask
so I couldn't see his face?  When I'm a divorced woman who dated
several different men during the time I went out with Neal?  you're in
law enfprcement, Gabe.  Be realistic ."

"I still say she knew him before and she swayed the jury so he'd be
sure and get off."

Celia laid down the scissors and took his face in both hands.  She
leaned down so her dark eyes looked directly into his.  "I know you're
hurting, but doxi t strike out at someone who doesn't deserve it ."

He grasped her wrists.  "I want to kill him, Cel: '

Fear leaped into her eyes.  "No, Gabe.  Please don't talk like that.
You'd be the first person they'd come after if something happened to
him: '

He took a deep breath.  "That's the only argument that's kept me from
wringing his lousy neck.  I won't be any help to you in j all Qr on the
run.  I won't add to what you've been through."

"Thank you."

"But I'm going to get that guy.  I don't care how long it takes.  I'm
going to get him."

"And you're going to apologize to the jury foreperson ?"  ,

"Uh..."

"Gabe Escalante!  What would our mother and father have said if they
were still around to say it?  They taught you to be a gentleman, to
treat others as you would like to be treated."

"But I still don't know that she didn't "

"I do!"  She shook him gently.  "And so do you, if you think about it."
She smiled.  "I realize apologies aren't your long suit, but you really
acted like a jerk.  You owe it to her.  Now promise me, or I wozi t
finish this haircut"

"Hey, Cel, give me a break."

"Promise me."

He sighed.  "Okay."

SATURDAY night when Dallas arrived at the shop she changed the water in
the flower vase and made a new diagonal cut on the stem of each rose.
Then she placed the arrangement in the front of the shop, just so Gabe
Escalante wouldn't miss it if he happened to come back.  Not that she
expected him to.  And she'd certainly prefer that he didn't.

She wondered what he'd done about his unfinished haircut.  Served him
right.  She'd saved the money he'd insolently flung on the counter and
had placed it in an envelope.  If he showed up at Rowdy Ranch, she d
get one of the waitresses to deliver it to IZim.  There would be much
satisfaction in doing that, but, of course, if he didn't show up, so
much the better.  She never wanted to see that chiseled warrior face
again.

An overflow crowd kept the hair salon busy.  Amber had recently started
offering manicures, which had become surprisingly popular, so both
women worked nearly nonstop for the first three hours they were open.

Finally there was a lull and Amber slipped out to grab a cup of coffee
while Dallas took a quick inventory of supplies for her regular run to
the beauty supply store on Monday.  She was firushing the list when
Neal Parnell walked in.

"The roses are looking good; he said with a sly wink.  He wore a bright
orange shirt patterned with cattle brands, and a rattlesnake hatband on
his Stetson

"They're very nice ."  She tucked the supply list in her pocket and
hoped she was wrong about what was coming next.  He took off his hat
and hung it on the rack at the front of the store.  Her stomach
clenched.

"Thought I'd get myself a haircut."

She was trapped.  Amber was takin ga well-deserved break, and besides,
Amber wouldn't be happy if Dallas passed Neal along to her.  She forced
a smile.  "Fine.  Have a seat."

He took the chair as if it were a throne, leaned back and closed his
eyes.  "I checked out the routine here.  I want the works, whatever it
costs."

"I give all my customers the same service."

He chuckled and opened his eyes.  "That's not what I hear.  The word is
you threw some dude out of here last rught when he was only half-done.
I woulddt want that happening to me.  I like to finish what I start:
'

"He was rude."  Dallas picked up the massage wand.  "I'm sure you
wouldn't be rude."

"That's right.  During the trial, did I ever lose my temper?  Did I
ever say anything tenible?"

"No ."  She snapped on the wand and eased it across his shoulders.

"Ah, that feels real good, Dallas."

"It's meant to relax you."

"I'm already relaxed, sweetheart.  you're the one who seems uptight:
'

And she was.  She worked with the public nearly every day and she'd
learned to accept all types of people Nearly everyone had some
characteristic she could relate to, something that would provide enough
common ground to last the space of a shampoo and haircut But with Neal
she didn't even want to try.

She recalled her own words to Amber, protesting that Neal deserved to
be treated like anyone else.  She resolved to live by her belief.
"How's the car-sales business ?"  she asked, pumping cheer into her
voice.

"I don't want to talk about car sales, sweet thing.  I want to talk
about you and me ."

Dallas's jaw tightened.  This wouldn't be easy, but she'd handled
persistent men before.  She laughed as she turned the chair to face the
mirror and shook out the cape.  "Neal, we wouldn't get along at all.
You said it yourself.  I'm a workaholic.  Always will be.  You like to
party.  Besides, I'm almost thirty-too old for you."

"I prefer older women.  They know the ropes."

"Well, this older woman is not a possibility for you " she said and
adjusted the chair backward toward the shampoo bowl.  As she tucked a
towel under his neck, he grinned up at her.  "you're playing hard to
get.  That can be lots of fun.  Just don't run away too fast."

"You completely misunderstand me, she said, and turned on the water
with more force than necessary.  As she worked the shampoo through his
dampened brown hair, he angled his elbow so she had to work to avoid
brushing her leg against it.  She'd encountered that maneuver , too,
but not so much recently.  Usually the signals she sent out were
received and her customers enjoyed the experience without pushing for
more than she offered.

"You have wonderful hands, Dallas, he said.

She didn't reply, but some instinct made her glance out the front of
the shop into the dance complex.  There at one of the nearby pool
tables stood Gabe Escalante.

Even though he wore a hat, she could tell that the sides of his hair
had been evened by someone.  The job didn't look quite up to her
standards, but it was passable His brown plaid shirt with the sleeves
rolled back looked like a twin of the one he'd worn the day before.
She could still remember how the soft material yielded as she'd moved
the massage wand over the tight muscles of his back.

He held a cue stick in one hand, and his hair sprinkled forearm flexed
as he tightened his grip.  He glanced with disdain at Neal reclining in
the chair.  When his gaze returned to her, his uncompromising
expression told her exactly what he was thinking.  She lifted her chin
defiantly, and he turned away.

"Dallas, you're not paying attention to your customer ; Neal
complained.

She looked down at her hands and realized she'd stopped lathering his
hair.  She finished up quickly and rinsed the soap away.

Gabe had figured Parnell would return to Rowdy Ranch tonight.  The punk
had dragged along a couple of his drinking buddies this time, both of
whom had been carded at the door.  Gabe wasn't surprised that Parnell's
friends were younger than he was.  They were obviously his lackeys,
impressionable kids who were susceptible to a guy with money to throw
around.

Parnell had danced a little and had a couple of beers while he watched
Dallas and Ambe in the shop.  When Amber had left, Parnell had started
over.  Gabe had decided he could use a game of pool.  And there was the
matter of an apology.  He might as well get the damn thing over with
once Parnell left the shop.

He hadn't counted on having such a visceral reaction when Dallas began
running her lathered hands through Parnell's hair.  Gabe didn't want
her touching that piece of slime.  It took all his self-control not to
go in and drag Parnell from the chair, or better yet, drown him slowly
in the shampoo bowl-although drowrung was too good for him.  As Gabe
had followed the bastard around the past two days, he'd amused himself
by dreaming up all sorts of exquisite tortures designed to punish a
rapist.

But he could do nothing now-except maybe get the six ball in the side
pocket.  He was lining up the shot when someone tapped him on the
shoulder.  He glanced around and saw a man with a full gray beard
eyeing him none too graciously.  Gabe straightened.

"I don't know what's going on around here; the man said, "but I don't
much like it when my friend Dallas has to put up with scum."

Gabe braced his cue stick on the carpet and leaned against it. "And?"

"She told me what you accused her of last night: '

Then Gabe remembered who the guy was.  "you're the photographer."

"I've known Dallas for better than a year, and you won't find a
straighter shooter than she is.  I don't think much of that Parnell
fellow, either, but if Dallas believes he's innocent, then I believe he
s innocent.  And I won't have you or anybody else tarnishing her good
name.  "

"I appreciate that, Mr.-?"

"Fogarty, Dave Fogarty."

Gabe held out his hand.  "Gabe Escalante: '

Fogarty hesitated, then shook his hand with obvious reluctance.  "I
meant what I said, Escalante."

Sizing up Fogarty and digesting his loyalty to Dallas , Gabe was
beginning to see just how wrong he'd been about her.  His gut had told
him she was okay, but he'd ignored his instincts-always a mistake-and
jumped to some stupid conclusion.  Celia had been right.  He'd gone off
half-cocked.  "Well, I plan to apologize to Dallas tonight for what I
said."

A gleam appeared in Dave Fogarty's eyes.  "Do you?  I'm glad you told
me that.  Should be fun watching."

Gabe glanced uneasily at the hair salon.  "Why is that?"

"If you knew Dallas better you'd understand just how deep you cut with
that accusation.  I'm not sure a simple apology will do the trick, but
it'll be entertaining to watch you try."

Gabe groaned inwardly.

"I also have to ask myself why you seem to be around whenever this
Parnell shows up : You following him or something?"

"You might say that ."

Fogarty's gaze narrowed.  "Are you one of those guys that takes the law
into his own hands?"

"No.  I just want to keep an eye on him.  You and Dallas can believe he
s innocent if you want, but I don't ."

"Why do you care?"

Gabe forced himself to remain casual.  "Let's just say I'm a concerned
citizen."

"and you're not such a bad pool player, either; Fogarty said, his tone
reflecting grudging respect.  "I've been watching you."  ,

Gabe noticed the photography studio hadn't yet attracted any customers,
and Parnell's haircut was still in progress.  "Looks like you don't
have any business at the moment, and I have some time to kill before I
can make that apology.  Care to play?"

Fogarty studied him, obviously weighing the advisability of consorting
with someone Dallas had thrown out of her shop.  Finally he made up his
mind.  "don't mind if I do," he said, and pulled a cue stick from the
rack.

While dallas trimmed Neal's hair he kept her engaged in small talk,
mostly centering around how many pounds he could lift at the gym
compared to his friends and how many beers he could drink in a night
and still beat everybody at pool.  She made appropriate admiring
remarks while she watched from the corner of her eye as Dave Fogarty
approached Gabe.

She could imagine the conversation from Dave's stance and the
belligerent tilt of his hat.  Gabe stood his ground, too, and Dallas
hoped they wouldn't start swinging.  Dave was at least fifteen years
older and thirty pounds lighter than Gabe.  Gabe's poise in the face of
a challenge told Dallas that he was used to winning physical
confrontations.

When Gabe held out his hand to Dave, Dallas nearly poked Neal in the
eye with the scissors.

"Watch it, hon!"  Neal said.

"I'm sorry."  She focused more intently on her task.  She'd never
injured a customer yet, and now wasn't the time to start, especially
with someone like Neal who would probably sue for all she owned.  But
why were those two men shaking hands?

"I need my baby blues, you know; Neal said.

"I promise it wont happen again."  She thought "baby blues was a
perfect description for Neal's eyes.  In fact, his whole face had a
childlike softness.  Although by haditional standards he'd be called
handsome , Dallas preferred a face with a more lived-in look.  A face
like... Gabe's.  But Gabe was a jerk.

And when next she looked, the jerk was playing pool with Dave.
Apparently defending her honor had become less important to Dave than a
challenging game of pool.  Men.

She completed Neal's haircut and put in a few finishing touches with a
comb and blow dryer while Neal gazed at himself admiringly.

"You have the touch, he said.  "As flf now I'm yours for life ."

Dallas controlled her expression and managed a smile as she unsnapped
his cape.  "I'm glad you like it."

Neal stood and reached for his wallet.  "I'll show you how much I like
it."  He handed her a hundred-dollar bill.  "Keep the change."

"Neal, this is far too much for- ,

He closed her hand around the money.  "There's more where that came
from.  Listen, if you're nervous about seeing me here in town, we could
go away for a couple of days.  Let me take you to Vegas, or La Jolla.
Hell, San Francisco's a plane ride away.  How about it?"

Dallas withdrew her hand.  She'd been able to dismiss this sort of
overture easily before.  But Neal was different.  Rejecting him seemed
like a form of discrimination , as if she considered him tainted just
by being accused of a crime.  She didn't believe that was right.  But
she didn't want to go out with him, either.

"I can see you're thinking about it: '

"No, not really.  Listen, it's not the trial, Neal.  I just don't think
we're right for each other: '

"Oh, yes, you do.  You watched me during the trial , and I could tell
how you felt about me.  Give in to your fantasies, Dallas."  He lowered
his voice.  "Let yourself go, baby.  I can make it good for you, better
than you've ever had it: '

Appalled by his audacity, Dallas backed up a step.  "I'm sorry, but our
relationship will have to remain as customer and client: '

"What's the matter, got a boyfriend?"

"No : She should have said she had, but she hated lying, no matter what
the circumstances.

Neal grinned.  "A girlfriend?"

"No!"

"Because I wouldn't care if you did.  Might make things more
interesting.  "

"If you'll excuse me, I have work to do ."  She tucked the money in her
pocket and reached for the broom.

He wagged a finger in her face.  "you're avoiding me , and that's not
nice.  But I'm stubborn, and I'm not giving up yet ."

She stared at him.  Was this spoiled rich boy so lonely that he'd hang
around waiting for her to change her mind?  "I'm sure there are lots of
women here at Rowdy Ranch who would be delighted to spend their
evenings with you.  Why waste time on a lost cause?  "

"you're not a lost cause, and you're the one I want, he said, and
plucked his hat from the rack.  "See you around, sweet thing.  " ,

Dallas shook her head in wonder as he headed for a table full of people
and clapped a young man on the back.  The man, who looked barely
twenty-one, handed over his beer and Neal tipped his head back and
chugalugged it.  Dallas looked more closely at the friend and realized
he was the one who'd been Neal's alibi for the night Celia Martinez
claimed she was raped.  As Dallas watched, another young man passed his
beer to Neal, who drained that glass, too.  Then he signaled for a
waitress.

"He's a real piece of work."

She glanced to her left and found Gabe standing near the entrance to
the shop, watching her.  Her back stiffened'I believe weve had this
conversation."  She turned away and began sweeping.

"We need to have it again."

She whirled back to him.  He'd stepped inside.  "I don't recall
inviting you in to chat."

"We need to iron out some things, Dallas ."

"We doxi t need to do anything.  You need to leave , unless you want me
to call security and have you thrown out ."  She quickly calculated
whether Frank and Turner, the bouncers on duty, could handle somebody
like Gabe.  She wasn't convinced they could, but he didn't have to know
that.

"I'm not leaving until we get a few things straight: '

She hung the broom on its hook and glared at him.  "That imperious air
won't work with me, Mr.  Escalante I'm not easily intimidated.  Shall I
call security , or will you leave quietly?"

He rubbed the back of his neck.  "Dammit, Fogarty was right about
you."

"Excuse me?"

"He said you might not accept a simple apology."

Her mouth dropped open.  "A simple what?"

Gabe glanced away.  "Apology, he Said, as if forcing the word past his
lips.

"That's what you've been doing?"  She began to laugh.  "You call
ordering me to talk with you an apol "

He stuffed his hands in his back pockets and gazed up at the ceiling.
"If I call t talk with you, how can I tell you that I might have been a
little out of line last night?"

"A little out of line?"  She folded her arms across her chest and
narrowed her eyes.  "You mean you're reconsidering the idea that I have
the hots for Neal Parnell, or worse yet, took a bribe from him?"

He met her gaze.  "That's right: '

Too bad he looked so magnificent standing there, but she had her
principles.  "I'm truly touched."

"You have to admit it looked bad, with him coming in here the same day
as the hial ended, calling you by your first name, giving you
flowers."

"I don't have to admit a damned thing, Mr.  Escalante My conscience is
clear, but I hope yours is really bothering you, because what you did
was arrogant, judgmental and exceedingly rude."

The muscles in his jaw tightened.  "Now wait a minute Considering
Parnell's reputation, I had every right to "

"You had no right, and you've run out of time for this so-called
apology, mister."  She turned and picked up the envelope containing his
payment for the haircut.  Taking one step forward, she extended the
envelope.  "Here's the money you gave me last night.  I refuse to
accept payment for a job I didn't finish.  Take it and leave ."

He made no movement toward the envelope as he gazed at her.  "You took
Parnell's money " q "Of course."  A shiver of awareness passed through
her as she realized how closely he must have been watching her with
those dark, compelling eyes.  "I finished that job."  But she'd had a
tough time with Neal's haircut, especially with Gabe hovering nearby.
She resented the unsettling effect Gabe had on her.

"Dallas, he's a dangerous man."

She braced her hands on her hips.  "What are you, the king of the
world?  A modern-day version of Sigmund Freud or Solomon?  What gives
you the authority to pass that kind of judgment?"

He sighed.  "I'm a bail-enforcement officer."

She paused and turned the label over in her mind.  "You mean a bounty
hunter?"

"If you insist, yes."

"Is there a bounty on Neal's head?"

"No, but he's bad news.  Over the years I've learned to read people and
"

"Oh, I see.  And you're so good at reading people that you just knew I
was the sort to rig a trial, right?"  She rolled her eyes.  "Boy, am I
impressed with your insights , Mr.  Bounty Hunter: '

"I was tired.  I wasn't thinking straight."

"That's for darned sure: '

"Listen, your opinion of me doesn't matter, but stay away from Parnell.
Get your security guys to escort him out of your shop next time.  Make
sure someone walks you to the parking lot every night.  Reinforce the
locks on your doors and windows at home."

"First a bogus apology, now scare tactics.  I can take care of myself,
thank you.  And Neal is a mixed-up young man, but he's not a criminal.
Go chase somebody else: She waved the envelope at him.  "Here's your
money.

"I don't want it; he said quietly.  "And you need to take me seriously
about Parnell.  I'll be around, if you want to discuss it some more:
'

"What are you going to do, watch over me?"

He regarded her steadily.  "Yes ."

Unexpected warmth cascaded over her, and she maintained her defiant
pose with effort.  "That's ridiculous"

"Not if Parnell's picked you as his next victim: Gabe turned and walked
out of the shop.

MINUTES AFTER GABE LEFT the shop, Dave Fogarty showed up, looking
sheepish.

Dallas glared at him.  "I thought you offered to protect me from him."
,

"Well, I talked with the guy and " He shrugged.  "He seems okay."

"He plays a good game of pool, is what you mean to say.  "Now, Dallas,
it's not just that.  I put a lot of store by a person's handshake, and
if they look me in the eye when I meet them."  Dave scratched his
beard.  "Didn't seem like you accepted his apology."

Dallas's laugh was short and harsh.  "That man wouldn't know an apology
if it bit him in the backside"

"I figured as much.  But I think he's okay.  Doxi t know what his deal
is with Parnell, though."

"Let me tell you."  Dallas lined up the bottles of shampoo and
conditioner more precisely on the shelf behind the shampoo bowl.  "Mr.
Escalante should have been born a hundred years ago, when differences
of opinion were settled at high noon in some dusty cow town

Street He's trying to create drama where there is none, because he's
bored with the civilized life the rest of us enjoy.  Did you know he s
a bounty hunter?"

Dave's eyes widened.  "No, I didn't."

"My guess is he's between jobs right now and needs something to occupy
his time.  Go ahead and play pool with him if you want, Dave, but I
sure wouldn't take anything he says seriously."

Dave glanced back at the bar where Gabe was sitting with his hand
wrapped around a mug of beer.  "A bounty hunter, huh?  I didn't think
they existed anymore

"He calls himself a bail-enforcement officer."  Dallas's voice slid
mockingly over the description.  "I think he has an exaggerated idea of
his importance in this world."

Dave returned his attention to Dallas.  "I hope it won't bother you if
I play pool with him now and then.  He can really shoot out the lights
with that stick: '

Dallas shook her head.  Apparently men were more easily fooled by macho
swagger than women.  "No, I doxi t care, Dave.  just so I don't have to
deal with him anymore.

During THE rrE7CT week, Dallas wondered if Neal realized he had a
shadow.  Every time he came into Rowdy Ranch, she had only to look
around a few minutes later to see Gabe at the bar or choosiqg a cue
stick at the pool tables near her shop.  But other people came into the
dance hall every night, so maybe Neal hadn't taken notice of Gabe.

Dallas wished she could ignore him, too, but his presence unsettled her
more than she cared to admit.  Apparently she wasn't the only woman who
experienced a rush of adrenaline whenever Gabe showed up.

He began getting dance requests, and eventually he accepted a few. When
he was on the floor with someone in his arms, Dallas battled an
underlying agitation that made no sense.  Why should she care if he
danced, and with whom?  But she found herself judging each partner s
attractiveness and skill.  Even Amber noticed her preoccupation, and
Dallas had to do some fast talking to convince Amber she wasn't
interested in Gabe.

During the evening she tried not to leave herself open to advances from
Neal, but he caught her on Thursday rught when she stopped by the bar
for a glass of soda.

"Takinga break, sweet thing?"  He leaned against the bar, nearly
touching her.

She shifted away from him.  "Just getting something to drink."

"How about a dance?"  He glanced toward the shop.  "Nobody's waiting
for one of your famous haircuts right now."

She grabbed the cold glass that the bartender handed her.  "Thanks,
anyway, but I'm expect inga customer any minute;' she said, starting
away from the bar.

"Is that right?"  Neal caught her arm and she flinched.  "I'd hate to
think you were telling old Neal a story."

She glanced back at him and eased her arm from his grip.  "I work for a
living; she said with more acidity than she'd intended.  But he was
restricting her freedom of movement, and she didn't like it.  "I can't
go running off whenever I get the urge."

"And are you getting the urge?"  he asked with a smile.

"Excuse me.  I have to get back : She turned and hurried toward the
shop, but her way was blocked by her other nemesis, who stepped away
from the pool table and into her path.

"Yoa'd better think about what I said.  Parnell's becoming more
persistent; Gabe said, studying her.

"I'd say you both hold the world's record for that hait ."  "don't let
anger make you careless : The rough timbre of his voice and the
intensity in his eyes stopped her from walking away

She swallowed.  "I can handle him."

"In here, maybe.  But out there?  Doxi t kid yourself."  His glance
moved over her.  "And that outfit doesn't help your cause, either.  You
must know you're dressed like every cowboy's dream: '

Against her will her body responded with a warm flush.

"Now it's real nice for those of us with some restraint ; he continued,
"but tempt inga man like Parnell with tight little shorts is
dangerous"

"I beg your pardon!"  she exclaimed, glad for an excuse to be angry.
"What I wear is none of your concern !"

"I'm only trying to warn you."

"Save it : She pushed past him and stormed into her shop, her heart
beating wildly.  Once again he'd completely destroyed her composure.
What right did he have making such personal comments about her
appearance ?  Some nerve, to discuss her tight shorts.

Which means he's noticed, whispered her libido And you like that, don't
you?  Desire, so carefully monitored and controlled, began stretching
within her.  She didn't want to feel this craving for Gabe Escalante,
but apparently she couldn't help herself.

As the minutes ticked away, she was aware of every move he made over by
the pool tables.  And with that awareness, passion shouldered its way
to the forefront of her consciousness.  She'd never paid much attention
to the lyrics of the country songs played at Rowdy Ranch, but tonight
the words of love and lust wouldn't leave her alone.  I want you,
crooned a song, and instinctively

Dallas glanced over at the pool tables.

As if sensing the direction of her gaze, he looked up.  She turned
away, not ready to confront that heated stare.  Moments later, she
found herself watching him again, and again he lifted his head from the
shot he'd been about to make.  This time she didn't look away.  Love me
tonight, demanded another song.  Love me now.  Love me right.  She
noticed Gabe's fingers tighten on the pool cue and saw a muscle hvitch
in his jaw.  Longing exploded within Dallas and she trembled.  Her
customer spoke to her, and with an effort she broke the charged
connection with Gabe.

She forced herself to concentrate on her work, until a familiar phrase
from a new song distracted her again.  Somethingabout "a cowboy s
dream."  That's what Gabe had called her.  She'd been unable to forget
the way he'd looked at her when he'd said it, as if he wanted to take
her in his arms and kiss her senseless.  She'd reacted to his comments
with anger because she couldn't allow him to see that he'd touched a
deep chord of sensuality that was still vibrating.

She tried to ignore the song, but the words hammered at her.  And I'm
going crazy, no matter how cool

Iseem, 'cause she is the answer to this cowboy's dream.  Dallas
clenched her jaw.  She wouldn't look at Gabe.  She wouldn't.  But at
last she peeked in the direction of the pool tables.  He wasn't there.
Disappointment felt like a soggy lump in her stomach.

Wondering if he'd left for the night, she glanced out toward the bar.
He sat on a stool, a half-empty mug of beer in one hand, his gaze
fastened on her.

The song's refrain swirled between them- cause she is the answer to
this cowboy's dream.  Dallas's heartbeat quickened as he slowly raised
the mug in salute.  Then he winked, tilted back his head and drained
the contents of the mug.  When she returned to her haircut, her hands
quivered so much she almost snipped off the tip of her customer s
ear.

THE NExT MoRNING Dallas made a long-overdue phone call across town to
her mother.  She hoped Lucille Frakes had found a job.  When she and
Dallas's stepfather had decided to relocate from Texas to Arizona,
Dallas had thought she'd be able to convince her mother to find work.
Lucille was far too dependent on Jeb Frakes for Dallas's taste, but
then her mother had always allowed men, including Dallas's father, to
dominate her.

After answering the phone and sounding delighted to talk, Lucille
chattered in southern-belle style about the activities of Dallas's trvo
brothers, two sisters and their respective offspring.  Dallas listened
patiently until her mother wound down.

"Any luck with a job?"  she asked finally.

There was a pause.  "Well, you know that Jeb prefers I not work."
Lucille sounded as if she were sitting on a veranda sipping mint juleps
and supervising the help.

But Dallas knew they didn't have much money, and Jeb was making very
little as a clerk in an auto-parts store.  "Mom, I don't think "

"Dallas, you're not married, and you don't know about these things.
Most men's egos can't stand up to a woman bringing in money of her own.
I tried that with your father, and you see what happened."

Dallas wanted to scream, but even screaming wouldn't change the way her
mother looked at life.  Deserted by one weak man when Dallas was
sixteen, Lucille had promptly found another whose self-esteem fed on
denying any to his wife.  Dallas had moved away from Amarillo partly to
free herself from her stepfather's dictatorial ways.  But ten years had
passed, and Dallas foolishly had dreamed that she could influence her
mother to lead a more productive existence than catering to the whims
of a middle-aged man.

Apparently that wouldn't happen.  Dallas took a deep breath.  "If men
are all that sensitive, then I'd rather not have one around."

Her mother's chuckle lacked humor.  "You may not have to worry.  You
plum scare men off, Dallas.  I've told you that before."

"Maybe I just scare off the wrong ones.  Maybe the right one wouldn't
be scared at all."

"If there is such a man, her mother said.  "you're such an idealist."

Dallas gripped the phone.  "I'll tell you this.  I'd rather live alone
all my life than be tied to someone who tells me what to do ."

"They all try, honey."  Her mother's sigh, heavy with resignation,
drifted across the telephone line "They all try."

THE tension built between Gabe and Dallas each night at Rowdy Ranch.
Dallas suspected that without Neal in the picture, they might have
acted on their obvious attraction to each other.  But Gabe's hostility
toward Neal stood between them.

During the day Dallas distracted herself with the routine she
loved-taking long horseback rides into the Tucson Mountain foothills,
making improvements to her property and having an occasional lunch and
shopping trip with Amber.

The weather continued unseasonably warm for February , which brought
more than the usual flock of winter visitors to Tucson.  Cadillacs and
Lincolns with out-of-state plates clogged the roads as Dallas drove
into town one sunny morning to pick up dog food.

The influx of tourists would bring more business to Rowdy Ranch, she
reasoned.  The idea cheered her and she began singing along with Alan
Jackson's "Chattahoochee on the radio.  She swung into the parking lot
of the pet store to pick up the special brand of dog food she fed
Gretchen.  She'd be glad when Gretchen wasxi t in season anymore.
Usually she brought the Great Dane along on shopping trips and left her
guarding the truck.  But Gretchen couldn't socialize again until she
stopped panting after every male dog within a square-mile radius

Inside the pet store she wasted no time.  She still had a list of
projects for the day, including putting another coat of paint on the
tack shed.  She'd just hefted a twenty-pound bag of chow into her cart
when Neal Parnell sauntered down the aisle, grinning at her.

GABE HAD STAZ'ED with Parnell until nearly five in the morning. Parnell
and his buddies had closed down Rowdy Ranch at two before heading out
into the desert to drink beer theyti bought at a convenience store.
Gabe had followed at a safe distance and parked off the road about a
half mile from the spot where Neal and his friends partied around a
makeshift fire of mesquite and creosote.  The pungent odor of the
burning wood and the loud voices didn't draw the attention of any
passing patrol cars.  Gabe had hoped they would, so he could go home to
bed, but no such luck.

Parnell seemed to be drinking more recently and spending fewer hours at
the dealership: Jasper and Diego's reports indicated he put in less
than two hours at work each day.  Gabe figured the wilder Parnell
became , the greater the chance he'd tip his hand by molesting another
woman.  His continued attentions to Dallas told Gabe who that woman was
likely to be.

A little before 5:00 a.m. the party finally broke up and Gabe followed
Parnell back to his apartment before putting in a call to Diego to
spell him.  He felt lucky both Diego and Jasper were available.  If a
more lucrative job came along, either of them might be forced to take
it, but for now they were unemployed and willing to help out for a
modest fee.

Once Diego arrived, Gabe drove home and fell into bed with his clothes
on.  Something would break soon, he thought, just before sleep claimed
him.

The phone woke him and he reached for it with the automatic reflex of
someone used to interrupted sleep.

Diego spoke without preamble.  "he's found out where she lives, amigo.
I followed him to the turnoff to her house.  He waited behind some
bushes until she drove away, then tailed her into town and went into
the pet store after she did.  They came out together, arguing It looked
like he wanted to carry her dog food and she wouldn't let him ."

Gabe rubbed one eye with the heel of his hand.  He'd been right.  The
campaign was escalating.  Maybe Dallas would realize that now.  "What
happened after that?"  he asked.

"She drove away, and I guess he was ticked, because he peeled out and
tore over to the grocery store muy pronto to buy some beer before he
went home.  He's still in his apartment, probably polishing off the
six-pack.  Thought you'd want the update: '

"Si.  Gracias, amigo.  Stay there until I can grab a shower and call
Jasper.  I want to take it from here today"

"Want some help?"

"Not yet, but maybe soon.  Adios."  The excitement of the chase
banished his tiredness.  It always did.

DALLAS HOPED THAT AFTER the argument in the parking lot of the pet
store and Neal's abrupt exit she'd be rid of him for good.  But that
night, when he showed up at Rowdy Ranch, that hope died.

"You womens-lib types are making a mistake; he said, leaning in the
doorway of her shop while she was firushinga trim on a customer.  "If
you don't let us help out once in a while, we're liable to quit
offering."

"Hello, Neal," she said.  "You'll have to excuse me.  I'm busy with a
client just now.  "

"Yeah, okay."  He pushed away from the doorway.  "Just wanted to
mention a mutual acquaintance we have, Stewart Ellison, The Ellisons
lived next to us when I was growing up.  I understand you know him,
too.

Small world, huh?"

Dread touched the small of her back with icy fingers Stewart Ellison
held her business loan.  Was Neal threatening to have that loan called
in?  "Yes, I do business with Mr.  Ellison, she said, not looking at
Neal.

"Well, like I said, he's a good friend of the family s. Thought you d
want to know."

She looked up, trying to gauge the level of menace in his statement.
She didn't like the speculative expression on his face.

"See you around, sweet thing."  He turned on his expensively booted
heel and swaggered away.

"Sounds like he's trying to make an impression on you," the customer
said.

"I guess he is ."  Dallas unclenched her teeth and willed herself to
relax.  Maybe that was all Neal meant, after all.  He just wanted to
let her know he had important friends.  "That takes care of you for
another couple of weeks, Mr.  Nelson."  She unsnapped the cape and
removed it before handing him a mirror.

"Somebody should tell that poor boy he has the wrong approach."  He
held the mirror and admired the back of his head.  "Nice job, as usual,
Dallas."

"Thank you: She accepted his payment and smiled her goodbyes, although
a piercing headache had lodged just behind her right eye.  Neal was
getting very tiresome She heard loud laughter and glanced out the door
in time to see Neal hugging Beth, one of the waitresses.  With luck he
would find someone else to bother.  She fervently hoped so, because she
couldn't have him embarrassing her in front of customers.  Maybe she
would have to speak to the security staff, although she hated to make
an issue of his behavior.  She wished this wasn't Amber's night off.
She'd like to discuss the situation with someone.

As if on cue, Gabe Escalante walked in.  Definitely not the person she
wanted to discuss her problem with.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans and cleared his
throat.  "There's something you need to know."

Willing her heart to stop beating so fast, she turned away and reached
for the broom to sweep up.  "I can just imagine.  "

"Parnell didn't find you at the pet supply store by accident.  He
followed you there from your trailer."

She whirled and stared at him, her stomach churning' How do you know
that?  And how do you know I live in a trailer?"

He looked slightly uncomfortable, but he met her gaze.  "I have two men
on Parnell.  The three of us have him covered around the clock.  One of
the guys followed him to your place, or at least he figured out it was
your place when he saw you drive away."

Dallas backed up a step, a protective hand to her chest.  "You are
certifiable.  What in God's name are you doing following that man
twenty-four hours a day?"

"I told you.  He's dangerous."

"According to you!"  Dallas saw a customer coming toward the shop and
lowered her voice.  "Look, I doxi t have much experience with this sort
of reckless bounty hunter mentality, but I think it's pretty stupid.
Neal could have you arrested for harrassment: '

"He could."  Gabe hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and gave her a
hard look.  "Especially if you tell him about it.  I took a chance by
coming in here.  I had some idea you should be warned."

Dallas inclined her head toward the bar, where Neal had one arm around
Beth.  "Maybe you'd better warn her, too.  And everyone he dances
with."

Gabe followed the direction of her glance.  "Might not be a bad idea.
But you're the only one whose home he's staked out ."

"Staked out?"  She rolled her eyes.  "you're giving me dialogue out of
a grade-B movie.  This version may not fit your sense of drama, but
I'll bet he happened to drive that way and recognized my truck.  Avra
Valley Road is a well-traveled road."

"And he followed you into town.  don't you get it?"

"Hehas a crush.  That's all."  She turned toward her customer with a
forced smile.  "Mr.  Abernathy!  How great to see you again.  "

Gabe stepped closer.  "Listen; Dallas "

"I have work to do," she said in an undertone.

He strode away, obviously furious.  She was surprised that he didn't
leave Rowdy Ranch, but apparently he was still on his appointed mission
and stayed nearby for most of the night, playing pool with Dave
Fogarty.  Dammit, he was getting to her, making her jumpy when there
was no evidence she should be.  Neal hadn't done anything wrong.  He
was heavy-handed , but there wasn't a law against boorish ness

That night she drove home constantly glancing in her rearview mirror,
but she never spied a black Corvette or a battered old truck behind
her.  Once home she checked and rechecked her locks.  Damn that Gabe,
anyway, for frighterung her.  Fortunately the next night was Friday,
and Amber would be working with her.  For the first time, she was
uneasy about being alone

THE tqrEx'r nFrExqrOoN Dallas decided to make a coffee ice-cream run.
When life puttered along without incident , she didn't much care what
she ate.  But when the bumpy times arrived, she needed her number-one
comfort food.  She'd finished off a half gallon during the trial, and
she needed another one.

"You could probably use a little yourself; she told Gretchen.  The dog
whined and wagged her thick rope of a tail.  "In fact, you may be under
more stress than I am.  But the vet and I think it's best, Gretchen.
You'll have stronger puppies if we just wait this one out, okay?"

Gretchen cocked her head and wagged her tail harder.

"I knew you'd see it my way.  Be back in a flash."

Driving felt good, with the window down and the radio blaring on
KIIM-FM, a Tucson country station.  She took along a small cooler in
which to bring back the ice cream.

On the freeway she glanced back to change lanes and saw a black car
about half a mile behind her.

"I'm getting paranoid; she muttered, and turned the radio up louder.

She took the Ina Road exit.  At the first stoplight she checked her
rearview mirror.  Sure enough.  A black Corvette.  She felt as if
someone were playing marbles in her stomach.  Maybe it wasxi t Neal.
There were other black Corvettes in Tucson.  She turned off the
radio.

By the time she reached the ice-cream store her hands were slippery on
the wheel.  The black car turned into the shopping center and pulled up
beside her.  She sat in the truck with the motor still running, her
legs shaking so much she had a hard time keeping her foot on the brake
pedal.

Neal was the driver of the car.

DALLAs wISHED she'd checked behind her earlier, when she'd pulled out
on Avra Valley Road.  She had no real proof that Neal had followed her
from there, or that he'd parked somewhere nearby to watch her.  But if
he had... He got out of the car and glanced around.  Then he
demonstrated great surprise when he saw her sitting in her truck.  With
a smile he started toward her.

Dallas didn't stop to think.  She threw the truck into reverse and
backed out of the parking space.  By some miracle no one was behind
her.  She put the truck into gear and shot out away from the ice-cream
store without looking back.

She drove around with no pattern, her thoughts racing , her attention
constantly flicking to the rearview minor.  After fifteen minutes with
no black Corvette in sight, she began to relax a little.  Was she
overreacting?  Neal could have ended up at the same ice-cream store by
coincidence, couldn't he?

She knew what the answer was, but she didn't want to face it, because
facing it would mean she'd have to admit that Neal was acting in a
threatening way.  If he could have her business loan recalled, then
taking action against him could have serious consequences.  And there
was the other, more disturbing question.  If he was capable of
harrassing her like this, was he capable of other, more sinister
things?

"No; she said aloud.  "He's just a mixed-up, spoiled rich boy."  She
glanced at her watch.  Time to go home and change for work.  And if
Neal showed up tonight, she'd tell him to quit following her.  She
could handle this.

"DALLAs, I AGREE with Gabe.  Neal's dangerous."  Amber stood her ground
as they faced each other in the shop that night.  "Get some help."

Dallas gazed at Amber, the cleaning rag in her hand forgotten.  While
they'd been readying the shop for business she'd told Amber about the
two incidents with Neal and his comment about being friends with her
banker.  She'd almost hoped Amber would brush them off as unimportant.
"But logically he's done nothing wrong.  Probably he just needs a
firmer declaration from me.  "

"you've left no doubt about your feelings, and he hasn't given up. Stop
using that damned logic of yours and pay attention to your gut. How
does that feel?"

Dallas pressed a hand to her stomach.  "Terrible: '

"Then do something about it.  Call the police."

"The police?  What about my business loan?  He said-"

"Your life is more important than your business.  These past two
meetings sound like he's turning into a stalker."

"But there's still the chance that I'm overreacting , that Gabe has me
spooked and-"

"I don't think so, Dallas.  Listen, if you don't feel right contactqng
the police, what about talking to Gabe?  Dave really likes him, and
I've been impressed myself.  The man looks like he could handle Neal
Parnell with one hand tied behind his back.  He probably has some
intimidation tactics of his own."

Dallas certainly believed that.  But what would it cost her to deal
with G abe, a man whose mere glance in her direction caused an internal
meltdown?

"Talk to him; Amber urged, squeezing Dallas's arm.

Dallas felt her options narrowing.  She'd vowed not to make the first
move in Gabe's direction, but Neal was scaring her and she probably
needed Gabe's help.  Perhaps the smoldering looks she'd exchanged with
him during the past few nights meant less than she thought they did.
Then again, maybe they meant that once they were alone they'd tear each
other's clothes off.

No, they wouldn't.  She wasn't that sort of woman.  She didn't act on
impulse, and her basic character wasxi t about to change just because
of one sexy man.  She sighed.  "All right.  I'll talk to him."

As GAsE srEPPEo into the neon grotto of Rowdy Ranch Friday night he
wondered if Dallas finally understood she had a problem.  But he d
decided to let her come to him.  Her fierce independence reminded him
of the spirited mare he'd ridden years ago on the ranch.  Try to chase
her down and you'd never get anywhere.  But if you stayed still, let
her think things over, she'd sometimes come right up to you.
Sometimes.

Gabe had been third in the caravan to the ice-cream store.  She'd left
without her ice cream, which told him she was finally getting scared.
Good.  She needed to be IF AMBER HADN'T threatened to go in her place,
Dallas scared enough to come to him for help.  So he would wouldn't
have followed through on her promise to talk to Gabe about Neal.  After
all, Neal seemed to be to wait tally involved with Beth tonight and
hadn't even made

As the eve rung wore on, Gabe noticed that Parnell as usual passes by
the salon.  But Dallas knew Amber didn't go near the shop.  Too bad,
Gabe thought.  He would go to Gabe if she didn't, and she preferred to
wanted the threat underlined for Dallas, so she'd have keep some
control over the situation by talking to him , no doubt.  Maybe Parnell
was smarter than he'd herself.  She watched him from the corner of her
eye , thought.  The punk spent most of his time with Beth.  and when he
hung up his cue stick she happened to be She wore what looked like
diamond studs in her ear- without a customer.  She started toward the
pool tables lobes, and Parnell kept rubbling them.  Gabe con- just as
he turned toward her.  included that the sickerung interplay meant
Parnell had His direct gaze disconcerted her.  She'd meant to apgiven
her the earrings.  If the creep didn't leave her proach him subtly,
coming up from the side, catching alone he was liable to get her fired.
him slightly unaware and maybe a little unguarded.  She

The music grew louder as the crowd thickened like wondered if he was
ever unguarded.  simmering chili.  After three line dances in a row to
stir As she approached, she felt as if she were walking things up, the
disk jockey played a waltz while the mir- along an unrolled red carpet
toward an audience with rored ball flicked shredded light over the
dancers like a prince.  Perhaps the Prince of Darkness, she thought,
transparent confetti.  Gabe turned down two requests as his brown eyes
studied her with an intensity that to dance and challenged a college
kid in a Uruversity of made her shiver.  He lifted his eyebrows ever so
slightly in question as she drew near.  Arizona sweatshirt and Reebok
ruruiing shoes to a "I'd like to talk with you privately," she said.
game of pool.  All the while he kept watching, watch- Something
flickered in his gaze.  "Let's dance, then."  ing.  "Oh, I dozi t-"

Finally about rune-thirty he snapped the pool cue "don't dance?  I find
that hard to believe: back into its holder and opted out of the next
game.  He "No, I can dance.  But I doxi t think dancing is neccouldn 't
wait for Dallas to come to him, after all.  Par- essary to our
conversation: '

nell could easily try something tonight, and she needed "It's the most
private place I can think of."  His lips

" to be prepared for it.  He'd talk to her, whether she curved.  No one
can overhear you if you keep movwanted to listen or not.  He turned
toward the salon anding "

stopped abruptly.  She was qvalking in his direction.  At

"All right."  Darn her silly heart, beating like crazy last.  as he
took her hand and led her to the polished wooden floor.  His touch was
firm, the skin on his fingers slightly chapped.  She liked that work
roughened feel, had never quite trusted baby-soft hands.

A two-step was in progress, and he whirled her into his arms with
practiced ease.  His hand against her shoulder blade exerted just
enough pressure to guide her into the rhythm.  She rested her left hand
lightly against his collarbone, keeping several inches between them,
although he didn't try to maneuver her closer.  The flannel of his
shirt teased her palm with softness as he moved in time with a Clint
Black song.  As if they'd been partners for years, they danced
unerringly around the oval floor, her bare legs brushing the denim of
his jeans.

His scent reached her-a woodsy fragrance mingled with the tang of beer.
His hand was warm against her back.  She leaned back just a little, and
he supported her.  Safe.  That's what she was feeling, for the first
time in days.

Startled by the emotion, she glanced into his face, and the illusion
shattered.  She wasn't safe with this man.  When she looked into his
eyes her pulse leaped and her throat went dry.  He'd offered to help
protect her from Neal Parnell, but who would protect her from Gabe?

The music ended, but he still held her firmly in his arms.  Before she
could suggest they leave the floor, a waltz began.  Gabe moved into the
flowing rhythm as if born to it.

Dallas sighed involuntarily.  She'd forgotten how much she loved to
waltz.  And this man knew how to do it.  Long, languorous strides
carried her through the dip and flow, lift and whirl.  Her cares slid
away as he led her smoothly, never miss inga step, never allowing her
to falter.

"You wanted to talk?"  His breath feathered her ear.

She glanced into his knowing eyes, her lips a fraction away from his.
"Not yet."

A spark kindled in his dark gaze.  His grip on her shoulder tightened
and his lead became more forceful.  On a swell of music they
soared-swooping like hawks riding the desert wind.  She would give a
great deal to have this go on... and on.

But the music ended and she gazed at him with regret Another two-step
followed, and with a slow smile he urged her gently backward in the
familiar six-count movement.

"I love to waltz; she confessed, keeping her eyes focused on the curve
of his shoulder.

"So do I."  His deep voice, so close, drew a tremor of reaction from
her.

"I suppose you know Neal followed me to the icecream store today."

"I know."

"I'm not admitting he's anything more than a nuisance "

"That's your privilege, although you're wrong."

She took a steadying breath.  "Maybe we shouldn't have this
conversation: She shifted as if to move out of his arms.

"Stay."  His grip tightened slightly, but she could feel the restrained
power and knew that if he really wanted to hold her there she'd be
unable to get away.  "Please."

She glanced up at him.  "What's your stake in this?"

"I told you.  I don't like to see slime like Parnell get away with
intimidating women."  The lines of anger bracketing his mouth made him
look capable of avenging all the wrongs of the world.

"Well, Amber told me I should get some help."

The angry lines softened, and he looked down, deliberately capturing
her gaze.  "Here I am."

She had trouble breathing.  Here I am.  Three simple words.  Ah, but
how they complicated her life.  This rough, tough bounty hunter scared
her to death.  She , didn't want to need him, didn't want to need
anyone , but it seemed at the moment she had no choice.  "What-" She
stumbled over the question, hating to ask it of anyone, least of all
this man.  "What do you th_ ink I should do?"

"For starters, let me check the security on your trailer."

"My locks are fine."

"I'd like to make sure."

Well, she'd asked for his help, and she wasn't an expert on locks.  In
his line of work, he probably had to be.  "When?"

"Tonight, if possible: '

She hesitated.  Maybe Dave liked his handshake and Amber liked his
buns, but Dallas didn't know Gabe well enough to be alone at night in
an isolated trailer with him.

As if reading her thoughts, he spoke.  "I can give you the numbers of
two bail bondsmen I've worked for.  They'll vouch for me."

"Tonight?"

Gabe chuckled.  "They call me at all hours.  Besides , they're both
night people.  They'll be up."

"All right.  I'll call."  And if he checked out okay , which she
guessed he would, she would be alone tonight with this man who made her
skin tingle wherever he touched, who made her completely forget herself
as she whirled in his arms on a crowded dance floor.  What would happen
when they closed the door on the world?

Nothing.  This man was too hot to handle.  If she ever gave up a small
measure of her independence to someone , it wouldn't be some vigilante
type who thrived on drama and danger.  She wiped all emotion from her
face before she met his eyes again.  "I'll let you know when I've
contacted your references."  She could tell by the slight falter in his
gaze that he'd noticed her subtle rejection His expression closed
down.

At that moment Neal tapped on Gabe's shoulder.  "My turn, buddy."

Gabe glanced over his shoulder and Dallas felt him stiffen, but he
didn't interrupt his rhythm.  "No: '

Neal shoved a pair of dancers aside and followed.  "Hey, I-"

"Sorry."  Gabe ground out his denial as he placed himself between Neal
and Dallas.  In seconds they'd danced away from where Neal stood, face
distorted with fury.

Dallas gratefully accepted the man8e of Gabe's protection as it settled
over her.  Like a fool she'd imagined Neal's obsession with her had
ended, but she'd been wrong.  Everything Gabe had predicted so far had
turned out to be true.  And Gabe thought Neal was a rapist.  Dallas
turned away from the thought.  Gabe hadn't heard the testimony, and he,
like most people, was ready to believe the worst of someone like
Neal.

Still, she was very glad Gabe hadn't allowed Neal to cut in.  "Thank
you; she murmured.

"Anytime."  His tone had become impersonal and instead of holding her
gaze, he glanced toward the hair salon.  "I doxi t know if you've
noticed, but Ambeqs up to her eyebrows over there.  Two guys are
waiting, and a third just walked up."

Chagrined, Dallas broke away from the circle of his arms.  "My God, I
never take this long a break: '

He caught her arm as she started from the dance floor.  "Let me give
you those numbers : '

"Oh.  Of course: With the way he'd championed her on the dance floor
she felt less need for references, but checking them would be the
prudent thing to do.  She waited while he pulled a card and a pencil
stub from his back pocket and scribbled on the back before handing it
to her.

"Thanks, she said, taking the card.  It was curved , pressed that way
by the shape of his buttocks, and still warm.  She made the mistake of
glancing into his eyes, and a potent image of making love to Gabe hit
with a force that took her breath away.  "I'd better go; she managed in
a breathy whisper and nearly ran toward the salon.

Suddenly Neal blocked her way.  "Why did you tear off like that today?
I was ready to buy you an ice-cream cone.  "

"Neal, I "

Gabes abrupt appearance cut off her reply.  He stepped in front of her
and faced Neal.  "The lady has work to do ."

Neal sneered.  "You her boyfriend or something?"

"Yes : '

"She said she didn't have one."

"I guess she and I will have to talk about that."  Gabe reached for
Dallas and guided her gently toward the salon.  "Go ahead.  I'll take
care of this."

"Gabe, maybe-"

"I can deal with him.  Go ."

PARNELLS EYES GLITTERED as he faced Gabe.  "You can't tell me who I can
talk to and who I can't, cowboy."

"You were keeping her from her customers."  Gabe clenched his hands at
his sides.  If Parnell provoked him into a fight, they could both end
up being escorted from the place in a squad car.  He'd love to see it
happen to Parnell, but the jerk could probably post bail quicker than
he could, and Dallas might be in danger.

Parnell hitched his belt up a notch.  "Well, I'm a pretty good customer
myself, if you know what I mean."

His smirk nearly tempted Gabe into throw inga punch.  "Doxi t push it,
Parnell."

"Oh, you know who I am?"

"Unfortunately."

Parnell looked him up and down.  "Well, I could buy and sell you,
buddy.  You don't have a chance with me around."

It took all of Gabe's control not to strangle him on the spot.  "We'll
see about that."  Then he turned his back and walked away.

God, he wanted a beer, but now was not the time.  He needed a clear
head for the next few hours.  Alcohol might lower his resistance to
Dallas, and despite what he'd said to Parnell, he had no intention of
making a play for her.  For several nights now he'd enjoyed the spice
of knowing there was some powerful chemistry between them, and for a
while there, when they were waltzing, he'd imagined... but no.

He was good at reading people's expressions, and he could tell from
hers after the last dance that it wouldn't work out between them.  She
disapproved of how he made his living and mistrusted his pursuit of
Neal.  Perhaps she suspected him of being uncivilized.  True, he hadn't
spent much time in elegant social situations , and if it hadn't been
for his mother, he wouldn't even know how to waltz.

How his mother had loved to dance.  During breaks from her duties as
cook for the ranch where they'd lived, she'd taken a battery-operated
tape player out under a mesquite tree and conducted dance class for
both him and Celia.  She'd taught them the fox-trot, too, which he d
been able to translate easily in later years to the two-step.  But the
waltz had been her passion, and she'd schooled him mercilessly until
his gangly fifteen year old body had obeyed the lush rhythm of the
dance.

"If you want to know a woman, and let her know you, waltz with her,"
his mother had said.

And so he had waltzed with Dallas, and for the space of that song had
believed he'd finally found a woman to fill his soul.  But later, when
the waltz no longer claimed her, her eyes had told him a different
story.  So he would check her trailer tonight and continue to watch
over her.  He would try to protect her from Neal Parnell and thereby
attempt to avenge his little sister.  But he would keep his hands off
Dallas Wade from now on.  Apparently she thought he wasxi t good enough
for her.  He wouldn't try to convince her otherwise.

DALLAS HELPED AMBER restore order in the shop before heading for a bank
of pay phones near the rest rooms to make her calls in private.

When Dallas returned, Amber confronted her, hands on hips.  "What's
going on?  I've been dying of curiosity I saw you two head for the
dance floor.  Did you ask him to help you?"

Dallas nodded.  "He's coming out to check the security on my trailer,"
Dallas said, wiping the shampoo bowl with a damp towel.  "I just called
the two references he gave me and they think he's the greatest ."

"I'm not surpised.  When is he going to check the trailer?"

Dallas concentrated on the shine of the porcelain beneath her polishing
towel.  "Torught.  After we close up here."

"Wow.  He works fast: '

Dallas glanced up and caught Amber's grin.  "Hey.  He's only checking
my locks."

"Wonder if I could get him to check mine ."

"It's not what you think, Amber.  He's sure Neal's about to try
something."

"That may be.  It's also a wonderful excuse to go home with you
torught.  And I'll bet you're twisted in knots over the idea of being
in close confines with that gorgeous cowboy."

Dallas returned to her polishing.  "I've told you , Amber.  I'm not
interested in his type."

"Sure you're not.  That's why you have that towel in a death grip.
Look, your knuckles are white."

Dallas glanced down at the towel and tossed it into the dirty-clothes
bin.  "Nothing will happen," she said, more to herself than Amber.

"That's your loss, then; Amber said with another grin.

ON THE wAY HOME, with the lights of Gabe's old truck shining in her
rearviet.v mirror, Dallas struggled with the protocol of this visit.
Should she offer him coffee?  He was, after all, doing her a favor.
But a cup of coffee might suggest more than she was prepared to handle.
Better just let him check the locks and go home.  A1tfiough she'd never
feared living alone she'd installed good locks because it seemed stupid
not to, and the ones that had come with the trailer hadn't been
adequate.

She pulled up in front of the chain-link fence, her headlights picking
out Gretchern's fawn-colored coat as the dog barked a greeting.

Gabe parked beside her and swung down from his truck.  He wore a faded
denim jacket over his flannel shirt, making him look more like a rogue
than ever.  "I'm glad you have a dog," he said when she got out of her
truck and walked toward him.

"I'm not sure if Gretchen would guard me or not."  Dallas unlatched the
gate and grabbed Gretchen's collar' She's still young, and if you
brought a male dog around to entice her, she'd be gone in a flash."

G abe stepped through the gate and reached to scratch the dog's ears.
"So it's like that, is it, Gretchen?"

"Down the road there's a huge dog, part Irish wolfhound and part Saint
Bernard, who has designs on her."  Dallas suspected she was babbliq g,
but Gabe's presence beside her as they went up the walk was
unnerving'I've had to reinforce the fence to keep him out."

"And her in?"  Gabe asked, a smile in his voice.

"Yes; Dallas admitted, unlocking the dead bolt.  "If I left things up
to her, she'd run off with the first mongrel that came along."

"But you have other plans for her."  There was an edge to his voice as
he walked into her pine-paneled living room, Gretchen close at his
heels.  He turned to face her.  "Don't you?"

Dallas closed the door.  "Yes.  I'm not going to breed her now, and
possibly not until she's about two years old.  When I decide the time
is right, I'll pick out a pedigreed stud."

He nodded and continued to scratch behind the dog's ears.  "can't have
indiscriminate breeding.  No telling what that could lead to."

"I have a feeling you don't approve of my plans for Gretchen."  She
took off her hat and ran her fingers through her hair.  "Are you one of
those people who thinks we should let nature take its course?"

He studied her for a moment without answering and her words seemed to
echo between them.  Her fingers trembled as she combed them back
through her hair again.

Finally he shrugged.  "I've met my share of pedigreed studs, and I've
found the temperament of mongrels to be a whole lot better."

"Is that right?"  Leaving her jacket on, she turned to hang her hat on
the rack beside the door, as much to break contact with his compelling
gaze as to be tidy.  She had a feeling they werexit talking about dogs
any longer.  "Is that part of your problem with Neal?"

His jaw tightened.  "It could be, but it isxit."  He glanced around.
"Do you have a back door to this place?"

"Near my bedroom.  I'll show you."

She was aware of his tread behind her down the narrow hallway, could
feel his gaze on her back, even the heat of his body in the small
space.  He was too close.  If he touched her with those wonderful
hands, would she be able to shrug away with the proper indignation?  Or
would she lean into his touch with a sigh and turn a waiting mouth up
to his?  She didn't want to test herself

She walked past the door to give him access to it.  She'd left a soft
light on in her bedroom, as she always did, to welcome herself home.
The white chenille spread was tucked neatly under the pillows, and
pictures of her family were arranged artfully on her bedside table.
She'd decorated with southwestern prints of Indian women against a
backdrop of red cliffs and rustic pueblos.

His glance moved past her to the bedroom.  "You have good taste: '

"Thank you: '

"Is there a gun in one of those bedside table drawers ?

She was startled.  Most people didn't guess that there was.  She
nodded.  "A Lady Smith & Wesson.  Five shots ."

"I know how many bullets it takes.  Do you know how to use it?"

She faced him.  "I grew up in west Texas.  My daddy wasn't much of a
family man, but he taught us all how to ride and shoot, how to mend a
fence and put up a corral.  you're not talking to a hothouse flower,
Mr.  Escalante"

"I didn't expect I was; he said, and turned to the door.

"I put in the locks ."

He nodded and opened the door and a draft of cool air came in, making
her realize how heated her skin had become.

She watched the movement of his fingers as he shot the bolt and tested
it for strength.  Tension built low in her pelvis.  Could she manage a
quick affair and be done with this craving?  She knew the answer even
before the question was fully formed.  She'd never been the type ; her
passions ran deep.  But they must not run with this man, no matter how
he stirred her.

She tried to ignore the flex of his shoulder muscles as he pushed
against the door.  "He could always force these doors.  He works out in
a gym and I think he's in pretty good shape."

She had to concentrate to remember who Gabe was talking about With Gabe
around, she didn't have room in her mind for Neal.  Gabe's scent
surrounded her pulling her in.  "Would you like some coffee?"  she
blurted, desperate for an excuse to get away from him.

He turned, transfixing her with his deep-set eyes.  "The usual answer
is, "If it's made; but of course you don't have coffee ready."

"I'll make some."  Why was she even offering?  She didn't want him to
linger and tempt her further.

"Dozi t bother.  I'll be finished soon."  He walked into the bedroom.
"Let me check out these windows.  It would suit him to come through one
of them and surprise you before you're fully awake."

She balanced unsteadily against the wall as he put one knee on her
bedspread and leaned toward the window over her bed.  His jeans pulled
tight across his buttocks , and she closed her eyes momentarily.  Her
hands were clammy.  "I'm making coffee; she announced, and fled to the
kitchen.

COWARD, DALLAS THOUGHT as she spooned coffee into the basket,
scattering some over her clean counter in her haste.  He's only a man.
Her hand was steadier as she poured water into the coffeemaker and
switched it on.  She took off her jacket and hung it over a chair while
listening to Gabe moving through her trailer locking and unlocking
windows.  Gretchen kept him company, judging by the accompanying jingle
of dog tags.

By the time Gabe appeared in the kitchen she'd composed herself and
could face him with a semblance of equanimity.  "What's the verdict?"

A corner of his mouth tilted up.  "You're a good carpenter"

The words of praise filled her with a ridiculous amount of pride.  She
cared too much about his opinion , she told herself sternly.  "So you
think I'm pretty well barricaded in?"

"Probably.  Do you still have my card?"

She nodded.

"I have a machine and I check it regularly when I'm out.  But call 911
first if Neal shows up.  Gretchen will tell you if anyone's around." At
the sound of her name Gretchen shoved her muzzle into his hand. "She
might

" g g, " not attack, he continued, strokin the do but you never know.
You haven't had a chance to test her."

"

"True ."

He rubbed Gretchexi's head and her tail whapped back and forth,
knocking against the kitchen doorframe Dallas liked his manner with her
dog.  Most people kept their distance from Gretchen because of her
size, but Gabe treated her with the nonchalance of someone used to big
arumals.

"Do you have a dog?"  she asked.

"Can't.  Wouldn't be fair with the kind of life I live."  He squatted
down so his face was level with Gretchen's and she responded byqlicking
his cheek and knocking off his hat.  Laughing, he picked it up and
scrubbed a hand over her neck.  "But I'd love to.  I'd love to have a
dog just like you, you big, clumsy, beautiful mutt."

Gretchen swiped her tongue over his face again.  -"Wet kisses will get
you anywhere; he said, laughingagain.

Dallas stared at them as her image of Gabe tumbled into a new
dimension.  The sound of his laughter had surprised and charmed her.
She'd become so used to his intensity she'd discounted the possibility
of a softer side.

He glanced up at her.  "I think the coffee's done."

With a start she turned to discover the coffeemaker had stopped
gurgling.

"Smells good; he said, rising and setting his hat on the courZter.
"Guess I could use a cup, after all ."

"Me, too."  Or something stronger.  She opened a cupboard and
considered her collection of mugs.  Each was different.  Some had
clever sayings inscribed on them; others she dchosen for their beauty
or connection to a place she'd loved.  Smack in the front of the shelf
was the mug Amber had given her for Christmas.  Hair Stylists Get You
Lathered Up.  Gabe was standing directly behind her.  Unless his
eyesight was bad, he could read the inscription easily.  Damn.  She
didn't need more reminders of sex around here.

She reached for a mug she'd picked up at the Grand Canyon and another
with a picture of a fawn-colored Great Dane on it.  Then she closed the
cupboard and poured the coffee.  "Do you take anything in it?"

"No : '

She schooled her expression to casual disinterest before turning to
hand him the mug.  He accepted it without comment.

"Your... your haircut isn't too bad."

"Tharqlcs."  He leaned one hip against the counter and Gretchen heaved
herself down in front of him, nearly lying across his feet.

"Did you finish the job yourself?"

He shook his head and sipped his coffee.

For the first time it occurred to her he might have a girlfriend.  She
d been arrogantly assuming she'd have to protect herself from his
advances.  Maybe he had no interest in her whatsoever, except as a
damsel in distress The thought chastened her.

"I wouldn't have pegged you as a Texas girl, he said, cradling the mug
in both hands.  "What happened to your accent?"

She sipped her coffee and wondered how much to reveal about herself.
Every bit of information seemed to strengthen the link between them,
and she shouldn't be doing that.  "I took elocution lessons; she said
at last.

He raised both eyebrows.

"I've always wanted my own business, and I decided a long time ago I'd
have more success with barqlcs and leasing companies if I dropped 'y
all' and 'honey from my vocabulary."  She neglected to mention that she
didn't want to sound anything like her mother, who represented the
worst side of feminine frailty to Dallas

He seemed to accept her explanation.  "You really think things through,
don't you?"

"I've seen what happens when you don't."  The declaration sounded prim
and possibly judgmental, but she couldn't call it back.

Gabe chuckled and gazed at the ceiling.  "Ah, yes."

"I guess we're not alike in how we look at things."  First prim and now
defensive.  Where was her usual poise?

He pierced her with that warrior's stare.  "No, we're not alike,
Dallas."

She shouldn't like the way her name sounded when he said it.  She
shouldn't like the picture he made lounging in her kitchen in his worn
jeans, his jacket open and the top two buttons of his shirt undone.  By
his subtle admission he was the sort of guy who took life as it came.
Maybe she was a conservative prude, but now wasn't the time to fall for
someone like Gabe.  When he finished his coffee she'd send him on his
way.  Better not to learn more about this cowboy.

Then she remembered what Gabe had said to Neal at Rowdy Ranch.  "I
guess Neal thinks you're my boyfriend"

Gabe shrugged, his face expressionless.  "At the time it seemed like
the best way to make an impression on him."  A ghost of a smile
flickered.  "If the idea bothers you I can tell him we broke up ."

"Boy, that was quick."  The retort masked a slight wrenching of her
heart as he discussed their phantom relationship so casually.  "Dumping
me already."

"Your call; he said evenly.  "I "

Gretchen whined and leaped to her feet.

In one fluid movement Gabe set down his coffee and turned toward the
living room door in a semi crouch as Gretchen stood in front of it, her
ears pricked forward.

"Gabe, it could be "

"Stay there."  He crept toward the window and eased back the vertical
blinds.

Dallas watched him in awe as adrenaline pumped through her.  Gabe
obviously was good at his job.  The intruder could be Neal... or the
mongrel down the Street Despite Dallas's brave words about the gun in
her bedside table drawer and her confidence in her locks, she was
trembling.  And very glad to have someone like Gabe around right now.

"Dallas?"

"Yes?"  She held her breath.

"Does Gretchen's boyfriend have long shaggy hair?"

She sighed with relief.  "Yes ."  She walked to the door and took
Gretchen by the collar.  The tension, followed by a reprieve, made her
giddy.  "Not tonight, my eager young virgin.  "

Gretchen wouldn't budge from the door.  She whined again and strained
forward, as if she would hurl her self through the wooden barrier if
Dallas gave her a chance.

Gabe let the vertical blind fall back into place and came over to kneel
beside the dog and scratch behind her ear.  "Hey, Gretch, he's an ugly
son of a gun.  You'd have really scruffy children."

Basking in the comradery of danger faced and unmasked , Dallas dropped
to one knee on the dog's other side and threw an arm around Gretchen's
neck.  "Listen to the man.  He doesn't like your choice any better than
Ido:' ,

"I didn't say that."

Dallas's gaze snapped up to meet Gabe s. They eyed each other across
Gretchen's head.

"I just said the puppies would be scruffy, he said gently.  His fingers
continued to massage behind Gretchen's ear, only inches away from where
Dallas's arm lay draped around the dog's neck.  "That doesn't mean they
wouldn't be good dogs or that Gretchen and her friend wouldn't have a
hell of a time making them: '

An invisible fist squeezed her heart, then turned it loose to gallop in
a furious rhythm.  She swallowed.  "Gretchen doesn't know what's good
for her."

His dark gaze softened as his tone caressed her.  "Maybe that mangy
hound outside does."

Scraps of a waltz floated through her mind.  She could feel his arms
around her and his firm lead as they whirled around the floor.  She d
never been loved by a man who didn't fumble.  She put out a mental hand
to steady herself.  "Gabe, I-"

He reached over and placed a finger against her lips.  She closed her
eyes as he traced the outline of her mouth while he spoke.  "I'm
leaving now;' he murmured.  "Much as I don't want to.  I don't even
think you want me to ."

Her mouth tingled; her body ached.  No, she didn't want him to.  "I
have no more sense than Gretchen."

"Yes, you do ."  He cupped her chin and she opened her eyes.  "You know
exactly where you're going and what you want.  I woxi t mess up your
life for you, Dallas

Wade : In one easy movement he rose and walked toward the kitchen to
retrieve his hat.  Pulling it low over his eyes, he opened the door.
"Lock up after me."

GAsE ToOK the trailer steps in one bound and headed out toward his
truck.  Another minute in that room with Dallas and he might have
forgotten all his reservations about becoming involved with her.  The
huge mongrel slipped into the shadows as he opened the gate and walked
to his truck.

"Better beat it; he said to the hulking canine.  "Neither of us belongs
inside that fence, amigo, no matter how much they flirt with us.  We
wouldn't be thanked for giving them what they want.  You can count on
it."

But restraint hadn't been easy, he thought, swinging up into the truck
seat.  He'd had a tough time ignoring the outline of her nipples
through her soft cotton shirt, or her smooth thighs beneath shorts that
mesmerized him with the dancing movement of the fringed hem.  His groin
tightened at the memory of Dallas turning to reach into the cupboard
for coffee mugs.  Hair Stylists Get You Lathered Up.  No kidding.

As he maneuvered down the dirt lane toward the paved stretch of Avra
Valley Road he almost missed the car parked beneath a mesquite.  He
glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure the low-slung vehicle was a
Corvette.

His pulse quickened and he relished the renewed challenge as just the
distraction he needed right now.  So the bastard was out there.  Good.
He'd tip his hand any time.  And when he did, he was dead meat.

Gabe continued at the same pace, not letting on he'd noticed anything.
The black car was deep in the shadows , and most people would have
missed it.  Gabe wondered when Parnell had decided to drive a black
car.  During the day it stood out, as he probably hoped it would.  But
after sunset the car was camouflaged by darkness and became nearly as
invisible as other creatures of the night.

Gabe rolled down his window a fraction.  Cold air wafted past his face
as he listened for the sound of a car engine.  He'd have to go back to
Dallas's trailer, but he didn't want to let Parnell know about it.  And
he didn't want to take too long.

FoR sEvERaL MINCrTES after Gabe left, Dallas leaned her forehead
against the locked door and battled her emotions She'd wanted him to
kiss her.  More than kiss her.  And he hadn't done it.  Why not?

Her image of him shifted yet again.  She'd thought of him as
aggressively sexual, someone shed have to control.  He'd controlled
himself, and she didn't think it had anything to do with being faithful
to another woman.  Most men would haveqseized the opporturuty to seduce
a willing partner.  Gabe hadn't done that.  Obviously she'd
underestimated him.

And now that he'd gone, what was she to do about the ache he'd left
behind?  Dallas wasn't used to men rejecting her for her own good.  She
didn't much like it.  Gabe had been absolutely right to leave, and she
was furious with him for having the strength to do it.

With a sigh she rolled around to lean her back against the door.
"Guess we'd better hit the hay, Gretchen; she said, unbuttoning her
blouse. "Neither of us is getting any action tonight : '

A soft tap on the door brought her heart into her throat.  She clutched
Gretchen's collar and thought of the gun resting uselessly in the
drawer a long, long way from where she stood.

"Dallas?  It's Gabe: '

Air whooshed out of her as she whirled toward the door.  "Gabe?"

"Let me in.  Now."

She hurried to obey and he slipped inside the door, bring inga cool
wash of air with him.

He snapped the lock in place behind him and turned toward her.
"Pamell's parked down the road."

Her hand went to her mouth.  He was out there, after all.  Breathing
became more difficult as she fought feelings of panic.

"I circled back around and came in the other way.  My truck's behind
some creosote.  I figured if he has plans , better if he tries
something without knowing I'm still around.  That way we have the
element of surprise."

She stared at him.  "You came through the wash?  That's a terrible
road."

"Yeah, it is, he said with a grin.  "I may have lost a muffler on the
trip."

,

"You look like-you look like you're enjoying yourself !"

He stuck his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and surveyed her
from head to toe.  "Some; he said, almost drawling the word, "although
not nearly as much as I'd like.  I'm trying to be a gentleman, Dallas,
but you do make that a difficult proposition."

She glanced down at her unbuttoned blouse and flushed.  "I was going to
bed: She hastily refastened the buttons.

His voice rumbled, low in his chest.  "Let's not make any hasty
invitations, lady.  "

"I wasn't!  I-"

His laughter stopped her.  "Relax, Dallas.  I'm here to guard you from
Parnell.  That's all.  If you have an extra pillow and blanket, I'll
park on your denim sofa for the night, or until he shows himself."

"You think he really might?"

"I think it's only a matter of time before he tries something.
Obviously you're still not convinced.  I guess I understand that.
Because if Parnell tries to rape you, you'll have to conclude he s
probably raped before" She lifted her chin.  "That was a fair trial."

"Fairness isn't always justice.  I prefer justice myself.  But we could
argue that point all night.  Entertainingas that might be, I think
you'd better get me that pillow and blanket ."

Staying in her trailer all night?  Dallas tried to imagine how that
would work, with her hormones raging every time she looked at this tall
cowboy.  "Gabe, this seems like too much of a sacrifice on your part.
Maybe we should call the sheriff."

"We could do that, but once a squad car enters the area Parnell will be
gone.  After that, we won't know where he is, and all the sheriff's
department can offer is an occasional drive-by to check on you.  I'd
rather know where a rattlesnake is than scare him off and wonder where
he'll turn up next."

She combed her hair back from her face.  "You have a point."  She
glanced behind him to the sofa.  "But you're not going to fit very well
on that."

"Aw, shucks, Miss Dallas.  Let's not get into a discussion of where
I'll fit, thank you kindly."

She gazed up at him, her heart hammering in her chest.  Why not just
take him into her bed and be done with it?  "No, he said softly.

Again!  He'd rejected her again.  Without a word she whirled and
stalked back to the linen closet.  Could he interpret her thoughts so
accurately?  Apparently so.  Maybe guessing what people were thinking
was part of be inga good bounty hunter.  It was part of be inga good
lover, too.  She'd never known a man who could read her so well.  He d
be able to anticipate her needs, fulfill .  dammit!  She wrenched the
pillow and blanket from the closet and stormed back with them.

"Here, she said, thrusting them forward.

"Such graciousness: "you're confusing me."  Now she sounded petulant.
Terrific.

"Confusing you is preferable to a few other things I could be doing to
you."  He turned and tossed the pillow on the end of the sofa.  "Good
night, Dallas: '

Dismissed, she left the room and walked back down the hall, her poise
in riotous disarray.  She wanted him so much she could taste it.  And
she didn't want him.  But neither made any difference, because he was
turning down the possibility.  She closed her bedroom door with a
little more force than necessary.  "don't lock it; he called out.  "You
might need me during the night ."

She just knew he'd said that on purpose.

GRETCHIN'S SHORT BARK woke Dallas.  Disoriented in the darkness, she
propped herself on one elbow.  "What is it, girl?"  she mumbled.

Gretchen barked again, then growled and faced the window over Dallas's
bed.  With a cry Dallas bolted from the bed and wrenched open her door.
On the other side she collided with Gabe, who was still buttoning his
jeans.

He moved quickly around her to the dog.  "Is he out there, Gretchen?"
he asked softly.

"She b-barked at the window."  Dallas wrapped her arms around her body
to try to stop the shaking.  The luminous clock dial on her bedside
table read three thirty

Gabe walked quietly to the drawer beneath it and took out Dallas's
handgun.  Checking the chambers in the light from the clock face, he
came back and offered it to her, butt first.  "I'm going out the back
door to take a look.  Lock it after me."

"You should take the gun: '

"I work better without one.  Always have."

Dallas wondered if she'd be able to hit the broad side of a barn the
way she was shaking, but not a tremor passed over Gabe as he slipped to
the door, opened it and stepped into the night.  She opened her mouth
to call him back, but he was gone before the words came out.

Locking the door as he'd ordered, she padded into the living room to
wait in the dark.  She could dimly make out the blanket and pillow he d
tossed on the floor in his haste to get up.  He must have come
instantly awake to pull on boots and jeans in that short time from
Gretchexi's first bark to the moment she'd collided with him in the
hall.

It took two tries before she managed to pick up the blanket in her
nerveless fingers.  She wrapped it around her shoulders before sitting
in the rocker, the gun resting on her knee.  She'd bought the gun,
practiced with it, bragged to Gabe about knowing how to use it, but
she'd never really expected to.  She even hated to shoot rattlesnakes
and usually called the fire department to transport them farther out
into the desert.  If she couldn't shoot a snake, how could she be
expected to take aim at a man?  Some tough broad she was.

She rocked nervously back and forth while Gretchen paced the room,
whining.  The blanket held Gabe's scent, and Dallas brought it to her
nose and inhaled.  Gabe, out there facing unknown danger in the cold
darkness, had stayed the night to protect her.  Her stomach hollowed
with dread.  He was trained for this, she reminded herself.  He knew
how to hunt men, how to outwit them.  He would be okay.  The need to
have him safe again grew steadily as she waited.

Gretchen whined again.

"Be quiet, Gretch, she whispered, trying to hear any noises from
outside.  A pack of coyotes yipped in the distance, and an owl hooted
from somewhere nearby,

but Dallas heard nothing that sounded like a scuffle.  What if Neal had
been lying in wait and had already knocked Gabe unconscious?  What if
he was prying open a window in the bathroom, where she might not hear
him?  She wrapped the comforting blanket tighter and pretended Gabe was
holding her.

Besides, Gretchen would alert her to someone coming in.  The dog kept
up her interminable pacing.

At last someone tapped on the back door.  Her heart pounding, she
dropped the encumbering blanket and started cautiously toward the door,
gun cocked.

"It's me; Gabe said from the other side of the door.

The sound of his voice sent her chilled blood singing through her veins
again.  She let him in, along with a gust of frigid early-morning air
"What happened?"

He relocked the door.  Blowing on his hands and rubbing them together,
he turned to her.  "Couldn't find a thing, but I'll bet anything he was
out there, saw me come out the back door and took off.  Bullies don't
enjoy being evenly matched.  He thought I was gone and you were fair
game.  I doubt he'll be back tonight: He glanced down.  "Would you mind
pointing that somewhere else?"

"Oh!"  She lowered the gun, which she'd been holding waist high, aimed
right at him.

"God knows I've done a few things I deserve to be shot for, but I'd as
soon not go out that way, if you doxi t mind : '

Feeling like a fool, Dallas eased the hammer back in place and started
toward the bedroom.  "I'll put it away.  Sounds like the danger's over
for the night."

Behind her, he let out a shaky sigh.  "I wish I could say that ."

She turned in surprise.  "But I thought you said-"

"Put the gun away.  Parnell won't be back."

"Then what-"

"For a smart lady, you can be damned stupid."

He stood unmoving, a dark shadow just outside her bedroom door.  In the
weighted silence she remembered that she wore only her nightgown, a
white-lace and -chiffon affair that reached to mid-thigh.  He might ,
not be able to see her well, but obviously he could see her well
enough.  And imagination could be more powerful than sight.

Slowly she rested the gun on the dresser beside her.  A word from her
and he'd return to his bed on the sofa.  He'd proven his iron will, but
now she could hear his rapid breathing and knew that his will was being
tested.  She trembled but stood her ground, her body tightening in
response to his quiet presence.

His voice sounded strained.  "Come and close this door."

"No; she whispered.

With a soft oath he stepped over the threshold and kicked the door
shut.  "I promised myself I wouldn't do this : '

"So did I."

He crossed the room.  "Then we're both fools."  With a groan of
surrender he reached for her.

She fit perfectly in his arms, as she had on the dance floor.  Except
now she enjoyed the entire length of his rock solid body, and her own
seemed to swell with promise in response to the coiled power of his.
She ran both hands up his back and felt his muscles contract beneath
her touch

His large callused hand cupped her cheek in the darkness and she closed
her eyes to savor the controlled passion in his caress.  He seemed in
no hurry to kiss her, as if he wanted their bodies to shimmer with heat
until they burst into flame with the first touch of their mouths.  When
his fingers brushed across her parted lips, she wet his fingertips with
her tongue and his breath caught.

He combed her hair back from her face and cradled her head as he leaned
close enough for her to feel his soft breath on her face.  "A cowboy s
dream; he murmured , closing the distance until she was submerged in
his embrace, dazed by the unleashed power of his kiss.

His mouth claimed her with a sureness that left her no time to think.
She gasped, helpless before the onslaught of emotions he drew forth.
She was not the sort of woman to whimper, but she whimpered now.  He
stroked the length of her body and brought her hard against him.  Her
first quivering response turned to molten desire beneath the force of
his compelling touch.

Her thighs were slick with moisture even before his knowing hand slid
between their bodies to find her.  He made a noise deep in his throat,
a sound of appreciation so basic it sent goose bumps skittering over
her skin.  He urged her against the bed.  When the backs of her knees
touched the mattress, he lowered her down across the edge of it, his
mouth hard against hers.

He groped for the handle of the bedside table drawer and wrenched it
open.  Vaguely she realized he had to have known what the drawer
contained as he unbuttoned his jeans and sheathed himself.

The ache within her widened, crying to be filled.  He didn't bother to
remove his shirt or her nightgown.  With one hand braced beside her
head and the other guiding her hips, he took her in one strong,
deliberate thrust that made her gasp.  Never had a man claimed her like
that.  Never had she quivered with the beginnings of a climax with only
one sure stroke.

Ah, but never was over.  Gabe was here.  He eased back and shoved home
once more.  Her body welcomed him, throwing down all barriers and
inviting him back again.  And again.  In wanton delight she lifted her
hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer and
deeper.  Each time he came to her, ripples of pleasure spread from the
pulsing center of their joining with an increasing intensity that left
her breathless.

She began to spin on the axis of that center as she begged
incoherently-whether for more sensation or final release she didn't
know.  Only he could know.  His touch filled her uruverse, his body
held every delight she'd ever imagined.

The flowering began slowly, then picked up speed as she unfolded in a
dazzling display of surrender that wrunga cry of wonder from her lips.
Annointed with passion, she clung to him as he answered her cry with
one of his own, a sound that seemed to arise from deep within his soul.
His massive body shuddered once, twice, a third time, and his fingers
pressed against her skin.

Slowly, slowly his bunched muscles relaxed.  While they were still
joined he eased her forward until they could lie together.  He remained
braced above her, not giving her his full weight, as he leaned his damp
forehead against hers.

She held him, rubbing her hands across his back as a measure of sanity
returned.  Perhaps she wouldn't ever be quite sane again where this man
was concerned.  He'd just given her the most satisfying sexual
experience of her life.  Did she have the inner strength to put that
memory aside?  Not tonight, she thought.  Definitely not tonight.

He sighed and lifted his head to gaze at her in the dim light.  "Ah,
Dallas; he murmured, touching her cheek.  "You don't inspire a man to
be subtle."

She caught his hand and kissed his palm, savoring the taste of him, the
scent of him.  "And who says subtle is good?"

"You might ."

He'd changed her world and he didn't even know it.  She was touched by
his modesty... and insecurity.  "Did you follow your instincts?  "

"Every single one of them ."

"I'd say you have pretty good instincts."

She felt the quiver that ran through him, but he said nothing, as if
waiting, his breath held, for her to go on.  He deserved the truth, no
matter where it led them.  "I've never been loved so well, Gabe."  She
chose the word "loved" on purpose, because she'd never felt as valued
as now, never as sensual or desirable.

His face relaxed into a smile.  "Thank you for telling me that: '

"I caxi t believe you didn't know."

His smile widened.  "Women have been known to fake it."

"I don't."

"No, I don't suppose you do."

She ran her fingers up his nape and through the thick luxury of his
hair, remembering when she'd first done that, when he was seated in her
chair at work.  Had she known, even then, that one day she'd hold him
like this?  "I have a question.  How did you know I had condoms in the
drawer?"  ,

"After I checked your window lock in here I opened both drawers to find
out which one had the gun in it.  I suppose I've been thinking about
that package of condoms ever since.  It didn't make resisting you any
easier , knowing they were there within easy reach."

"So you snooped!"  She struggled and tried to roll out from under him,
but he held her fast.

"I checked things out."  He raised his head and dropped quick,
conciliatory kisses on her lips as he spoke.  "I'm a careful man,
Dallas.  That's what's allowed me to survive this long in a dangerous
profession "

She shuddered, even as she found herself responding to the warm kisses
raining on her mouth.  "I don't like to think about that."

"I know.  We don't have to.  At least not now.  don't go away " He
levered himself away from her, got up and went into the bathroom.
Moments later he returned.  Lying beside her, he began working on the
tiny buttons of her nightgown that reached down to the middle of her
breasts.

"Have you ever come close to being killed?"  she asked.

"As I said, let not think about that."

Her breath quickened as he parted the lapels of her gown and cupped her
breast in his palm.  "What should we think about, then?"

"This : He stroked her nipple with his thumb and the firmness of his
renewed desire pressed against her thigh.  As he leaned down to run the
tip of his tongue around the areola of her throbbing breast, she could
think of nothing but his moist caress.

Then he took her nipple in his mouth; building the tension that caused
her to move her hips in restless invitation In so many ways he was the
wrong man for her, but at this moment, in this bed, nothing had ever
felt so right.

GABE USED HIS teeth to scrape lightly over her nipple, and she arched
her back in the age-old gesture of submission to her man.  His
heartbeat pounded loud in his ears as that simple gesture stirred the
hot embers of his need to take her again.  The sharp edge of the first
time had been replaced by a deepening ache that frightened him just a
little.  But not enough to stop.

He slid an arm under her shoulder blades to support the arch that
offered her breasts to his questing mouth.  She tasted of honey,
smelled like crushed wildflowers fermenting into a heady wine.  He
burrowed against her with his seeking mouth.  Ah... the texture of her
nipple against the curved pull of his tongue, the bounty of her breast
drawn into his mouth, brought pounding tension to his groin.  Yet he d
already demonstrated impatience.  Perhaps this time he had the strength
to demonstrate restraint.

With a superhuman force of will he subdixed his own desire to fill her
and settled his mouth between her breasts.  While continuing to tease
her nipples to erect ness with his fingertips, he kissed a path
downward, stopping to dip his tongue into her navel.  Her fingers dug
into his shoulders as he continued his journey over the smooth skin of
her belly and the soft tangle of hair between her thighs.  When he
reached his destination , she trembled.  He wanted to hear her cries,
now, when he wasn't buried in her and deafened by the cannon fire of
his own needs.

He nibbled and tasted the rare fruit of her passion, grasping her hips
when he'd driven her beyond the ability to keep still.  She moaned, and
he probed more boldly, feeling her swell beneath him.  Her first, small
panting cries ignited a fierce happiness in him.  He never remembered
giving pleasure with this much joy.  He kept on as her legs quivered
and her cries grew stronger, until at last she bucked in his arms and
gasped his name.  His name.  He was not some featureless lover.

Driven by a desire that left him no choice, he pulled the latex tight
over his throbbing penis and claimed his due, sinking deep, deep into
salvation.  He felt her tighten again, and the spasms of her second
climax drew the essence from him in one great rush.  As he lay against
her, dazed and panting, he knew that she'd seared his heart, changed
his direction.  After this night, he would never be the same man
again.

"EVER BEEN MARquq, Gabe?"  Dallas stopped placing strips of bacon side
by side on the microwave rack and turned to where he was frying eggs in
a skillet on the stove.  She'd let Gretchen out to run in the yard, so
they were alone.  Early morning light gave the kitchen a soft focus
look, which suited her blissful mood after the dazzling amount of
pleasure she'd enjoyed the night before.

"Yes, I've been married."  He glanced up with those impenetrable eyes
of his.  "Why?"

"Why?"  She shook her head.  "Only a man would ask why a woman wants to
know that.  don't you understand that it matters a lot?"

"To who?  Or is it 'whom'?"

"Now that doesn't matter, but the fact of your marriage matters to
anyone you " She paused.  Maybe she'd just backed herself into a
corner.  They'd spent the night together, shared the chore of feeding
the horses this morning and decided on bacon and eggs for breakfast ,
but that's as far into their combined future as they'd ventured. "Well,
it's important to anyone who wants to know more about you."

His mouth quirked.  "I assume that includes you: '

She nodded and went back to her bacon, pretending great interest in
aligning the slices on the rack.  "So, once or more than once?"

"Once: '

She cast him a covert glance and discovered his attention was on the
skillet in front of him.

He eased the spatula under an egg and flipped it over.  "That bacon
going to be done soon?"

"Yes ."  She shoved the bacon in the microwave and set the timer. "Will
you tell me about your marriage?"

"Not much to tell : '

Dallas raised her eyes heavenward.  If only some men had little buttons
in their necks marked "communication mode."  Obviously it wasn't this
maris normal setting, but he definitely needed an override button for
certain situations, and this was one.  "You could start with a few
facts, like when you got married, how long you stayed married, if you
had any children, if you see them, if you see her, if she's pretty."
That last was actually more important to Dallas than some of the other
things she'd mentioned.  But you couldn't trust a man's evaluation of
pretty, either.  Still, she'd like to know his opinion of his former
wife.  Was she living in Tucson?  Did she repair bad haircuts?

Gabe flipped another egg.  He'd obviously spent many years cooking for
himself.  "Eggs are ready."

The microwave dinged and with a sigh Dallas took out the bacon.  When
theyd filled their plates and poured the coffee, they sat across from
each other at her small oak table.  She really had no right to pester
him about his past loves, she thought, as she peppered her eggs.  They
d spent one night together, and even she had no idea where they were
going from here.  The question had popped out, and she'd better pay
attention to what that said about her motives, conscious or unconscious
The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to call her question
back.

"Forget what I asked you a while ago; she said.  "It's none of my
business : ,

"Are you going to be able to find your eggs under all that pepper?"

She stared down at her plate in dismay.  Her eggs looked as if they d
been directly under Mount Saint Helens when it erupted.

He reached over and took the pepper shaker out of her hand, keeping
hold of her hand in the process.  "It is your business; he said gently.
"I'm not used to talking about my personal life, that's all : '

"I understand: She tried to pull her hand away.  "I was prying.  I
didn't mean to."

His voice was soft.  "Didn't you?"

"Okay.  I want to know about you, Gabe."

His thumb brushed her knuckles.  "You were right last night.  We are
different.  But in some ways we're not.  Neither of us is halter broke
His smile was wry.  "That's why my marriage didn't work out."

She stiffened.  "I have no intention of tying you down."

"I know."  He continued to caress her hand.  "But like it or not,
sometime during the night we passed the point of no return.  IVo matter
what happens now, we'll always be important to each other.  We can't
change that.  Not now."

DALLAS LOOKED at their clasped hands, his blunt and workmanlike, hers
tapered and pale in contrast.  The point of no return.  She hadn't
thought it through, but she understood what he meant.  Her inner debate
over , whether to consider a relationship with Gabe was over.  In a
night filled with intimate moans and whispered desires, a relationship
had begun.

"The way I see it; he began, "you could use someone around for a few
days, until something happens with Parnell ."

She glanced into his eyes with a half smile.  "How about for a few
nights?"

"That, too ."

A thrill ran through her at the look in his eyes.  He'd unmasked his
desire, allowed hex to see how much he wanted her.  He was far from
revealing all his thoughts to her, but he no longer bothered to keep
his passion a secret.  He'd told her during the night how she d
affected him with her sensuous washing of his hair, how he'd tamped
down his reaction to her from that moment on.  From the expression on
his face now, he was tamped down no longer.

"It's been a long time since I've had a roommate," she confessed.  "I'm
not sure how good I am at sharing my space.  "

"I'm not sure I'm any good at it, either.  You might as well know I've
been accused of being moody and stubborn : '

She laughed.  "No, really?"

"Yeah."  He grinned and released her hand.  "Our breakfast's getting
cold.  I'll tell you all about my failed marriage to Anna while we eat,
if it won't ruin your appetite."

Anna.  He'd said her name with a certain tenderness that unleashed
jealousy in Dallas, an emotion she probably had no reason for or right
to.  She'd spent one night with this man, and she had no claims.  Yet
her attempt to listen dispassionately failed, and she barely tasted her
food as Gabe talked of his former love.

Gradually a story emerged of two people who had married young and
struggled with financial problems.  He discussed Annas inability to
conceive, which bothered her more than it did him.  Gabe's portrait of
his ex-wife was compassionate, but Dallas could tell he thought of Anna
as a child who had expected him to direct her every move.  Dallas took
comfort in knowing she and Anna were very different.

"Then I got into the bail-enforcement business.  Turned out I liked it
a lot, and she hated everything about it-the potential for violence,
the uncertain hours, the trips out of the country."

Dallas listened carefully.  Was he giving her a warning about the
helter-skelter life he lived?

"Anna discovered she couldn't live for weeks at a time without someone
helping her make decisions.  She turned to Jose, who helped her decide
to divorce me and marry him, instead."  His words sounded matter-of
fact, but a catch in his voice told Dallas the hurt and sense of
betrayal still lingered.

"Did you ever consider giving up-" Dallas paused and was careful to
choose the right term "-bail enforcement ?"

"No.  I used to think I was a quiet, family-man type, but I've
discovered I'm not.  Maybe, if we'd had kids, I might have become like
that."

Dallas studied Gabe over the rim of her coffee mug and tried to imagine
him as a domesticated male.  "I doubt it: '

"Yeah; he admitted with a sigh.  "Me, too.  You know that song about a
little less talk and a lot more action?  I'm a real fan of that song."
He pushed back his chair.  "And right now I've had about all the
sitting around I can take for a while.  What are your plans for the
day?"

Dallas had been so engrossed in thinking about Gabe in action, a
concept she cherished despite her misgivings about his profession, that
she had to stop and thixik.  Of course she had plans for the day.  Her
free time was crammed with projects and the work never seemed to get
done.  But having Gabe here had drummed everything right out of her
mind.  "It's Saturday, right?"  she said, feeling foolish for having to
ask.

"Unless last night changed the moon and stars, I do believe it's
Saturday.  But anything's possible."

"I'll take that as a compliment ."

His gaze softened.  "Be my guest."

She hesitated, wanting to say this right.  "I... appreciate your
confiding in me.  "

"No problem ."

She knew he wasn't as offhand about their discussion as he'd like her
to believe, but at least he'd allowed her a look behind his forbidding
exterior.  Not long ago he'd been punished for being himself.  That
explained a lot about his wariness.  Not that he'd been transformed
into an open book.  The air of mystery surrounding him remained, even
when he smiled.  Sometimes especially when he smiled.

"If it's Saturday, she said, "I'm scheduled to pick up four bales of
hay, muck out the corral, reset a fence post, give Gretchen a bath and
hot-oil treatment, do a load of wash and call my mother."

He leaned back on two legs of the chair.  "That's all?  And here I
thought you might be busy."

"How about you?  What's on your agenda?"

"Keeping you safe "

Her smile faded as she remembered the terror she'd experienced the
night before.  Being in Gabe's arms until dawn had temporarily blotted
out that frightening moment when Gretchen's bark had announced an
intruder Or had it really been an intruder?  In the daylight

Dallas was inclined to believe the disturbance could as easily have
been a neighbor's cat as Neal Parnell

She stood and began clearing the breakfast dishes.  "Maybe we re
overreacting here."

There was a sudden stillness about him, like an animal pausing to test
the air.  Then he picked up the remairung dishes and followed her to
the sink.  "Meaning ?"

She shrugged.  "I appreciate the thought, but I hardly think my safety
constitutes a twenty-four-hour job.  I'm sure you have some things to
do.  I feel as if this is keeping you from your work."

"My work is sporadic, he said, almost too casually.  "But I don't want
to crowd you.  Your safety can also be guaranteed if I follow Parnell,
so if you'd like me to make myself scarce, I can oblige."

She turned.  The cautious look on his face told her the ease they d
achieved with each other was balanced precariously on this topic, but
she had trouble sharirqg his obsession about Parnell.  After all, the
guy hadn't really done anything yet.  Maybe he would still fade away,
and she wouldn't have to worry about him or his implied threat to her
financial security.  She hesitated to tell Gabe what Neal had said
about knowing her banker.  Gabe would only get even more riled up about
the guy.

But all that aside, she longed to know Gabe better, and she reached to
retrieve the closeness they'd found during breakfast.  "I could use
some help mucking out the corral, if you aren't allergic to a shovel;
she said, keeping her tone light.  "And if your back's up to loading
the hay in my truck, I wouldn't turn down that offer , either."

He nodded, but his openness had disappeared.  "Okay.  I need to get
some clothes, take care of some odds and aids, but I can be back in
less than two hours, if you want to put those things off until then."

"Sure."  She stuck her hands in the pockets of the jeans she'd put on
after her morning shower.  "Want to help with the dogs too?"

"I can do that."

She cursed silently to herself.  He was like a desert tortoise-one loud
noise and he pulled into that armored shell of his.  She wished she
could have known him without Neal being part of the picture, but, of
course, she'd never have met Gabe without Neal.  She wanted to probe
into that whole business and find out what really drove Gabe to shadow
Neal, but now was obviously not the time to get some answers.

He tipped his head toward her kitchen wall phone.  "Can I make some
calls?"

"Certainly."  She hated the formality that caused him to have to ask.
While she rinsed the dishes she tried no t to listen in on the
conversation, but it was tough not to hear because Gabe took no
particular pains to keep his messages private.

He talked with someone named Diego and asked him to track down Parnell,
who was probably sleeping off the night's activities at his apartment.
Then he covered the mouthpiece and turned to her.  "I need to give my
friend the number here, if it's okay."

"It's okay."  She wondered if they'd bridge this gap between them once
again or if they'd discover they were totally incompatible, that the
night before had been a fluke, and they were better off going their
separate ways.  She sighed and began stacking the dishes in the
dishwasher.

He hung up the phone and walked toward her.  "I'll be back about ten.
Anything you need from town?"

She glanced up at him.  "A half-gallon of coffee ice cream.  I'll get
you some mo "

"Never mind that : He grabbed his jacket and started out the door.
"Thanks for breakfast."

After the door closed Dallas smacked her hand down on the kitchen
counter so hard her palm stung.  But she was glad she'd asked for the
ice cream.  It looked as if she was going to need that ice cream.

ALL THE wAY BACK to his apartment, Gabe lectured himself for being
twenty kinds of a fool.  Sure, Dallas had enjoyed last night as much as
he had, but she wasn't losing her head.  She, at least, had the sense
to put some distance between them.  Not an impulsive person, that one.
But he, on the pther hand, seemed driven by his impulses.

The pattern was becoming depressingly familiar.  Once again he d
allowed his emotions to rule where Dallas was concerned, and once again
she'd brought him crashing back to reality.  Now it was time to mop
up.

Sparse Saturday-morrung traffic didn't demand much of his attention,
leaving him free to assess his situation with Dallas.  The smart thing
would be to stay out of her bed, but he knew himself better than that.
With the experience of loving her so fresh, the excitement still
humming through him, he couldn't walk away from the chance of holding
her again.  Maybe in a ferv days, when the novelty had worn off, he d
be able to walk away.  Or maybe shed walk away herself.  Probably she
would be the one.  But she wasn't doing that now.  For whatever her
reasons, she wanted more or she wouldn't have invited him back to share
her chores.  He was at least smart enough to figure that out.

But was he smart enough to get through this brief affair unscathed? His
best chance, he reasoned, was if he didn't allow her under his skin,
didn't repeat this mo ming's idiocy of pouring out his heart to her.
He'd explained why Anna had left him in terms that probably reminded
Dallas'why she didn't want a permanent relationship, either. She was a
lot different from Anna, a lot more independent, but that didn't mean
she'd be happy with a guy who lived the way he did.

What was it she'd said?  Maybe we're overreacting.  Once again, she
wanted to downplay the threat of Parnell He could have told her about
Celia, probably should have.  Except he could guess how shed respond
She'd accuse him of lacking objectivity and using

Parnell as a scapegoat.  He couldn't tell her yet.  He needed to wait
until there was a chance she'd believe Parnell raped Celia.  Right now
she was still clinging to the verdict she'd helped deliver.

In the meantime, he needed to remember to pick up his six-pack cooler
from his apartment.  She'd asked for ice cream, and he'd be damned if
he'd bring it to her melted.

DALLAS WAS PUTTING AWAY the last of her clean clothes when Amber
called.

"So?"  Amber said.  "How did last night go?"

"Uh..."  Dallas should have expected Amber to call and find out what
Gabe had thought of her security system.

"Okay, my imagination is going wild, so you might as well tell me: '

"He... thinks my locks are fine."  Dallas felt herself blushing.  How
could she admit to Amber that she, who always lectured about caution in
relationships, had thrown it to the winds last night?

"Dallas!  Something happened between you two last rught, didn't it?"

You could say that.  "Well, after he left he saw Neal's car parked down
the road and-"

"At two in the morning?  I told you that guy was dangerous.  Then
what?"

"Um, Gabe came back and we decided, that is, it seemed the right thing
to do at the time, for him to stay on the couch: ,

Amber was so quiet on the other end Dallas thought she might have been
put on hold.

"Amber?  You still there?"

"You little fox.  You slept with him, didn't you?"

Dallas's shaky intake of breath was all the answer necessary.

"That good, was he?"

"Amber, I know you must think I'm out of my mind.  He's defirutely not
my type.  But I guess, with all that's happened, I got carried away."

Amber hooted with laughter.  "Not your type?  Lady, a hunk like that is
every woman's type.  I saw you guys dancing together last night, and I
kind of wondered if the two of you would get together.  But then I
decided you were too uptight to let that happen.  Guess I was wrong,
huh?"

"Amber, I-" She paused as Gabe's battered truck pulled up outside the
gate.  "Listen, he's back.  I'll have to go ."

"What?  Is he staying there with you now?  Dallas, you caxi t just
leave me hanging.  Tell me what "

Dallas watched Gabe come inside the gate, pet Gretchen and throw a ball
she held in her mouth.  Then he started toward the steps leading to her
door.  "Bye Amber.  And please don't make a big deal of this at work
tonight, okay?"

"I can't even tell Dave?"

"Doxi t you dare tell Dave.  Goodbye: Dallas hung up the phone just as
Gabe tapped on the door.

Her heartbeat had quickened from the moment his truck appeared outside
her gate.  His soft rap on her door sounded like a rifle shot, making
her jump eqen though she'd expected it.  Her sweaty palm slipped on the
doorknob and she had to wipe her hand on her jeans before she opened
the door.

He stood on her front steps, his worn black cowboy hat shading his
mysterious eyes, a gym bag held loosely in one hand and a small cooler
in the other.  "Coffee ice cream, right?  "

She nodded as he held out the cooler.  She took it and their fingers
brushed, a little flick of awareness that traveled to all the sensitive
spots on her body.  "I always do that, bring it home in a cooler so it
won't melt " , she said.

"I figured you did: He held up his gym bag.  "Where do you want me to
put my stuff?"

"Oh, anywhere : She clutched the cooler with shaking fingers.  He was
back.  Back to spend the day.  To spend the night after work.  To make
love to her.

He met her gaze.  The tilt of his hat gave him a renegade's glance that
seemed almost insolent.  "I don't want to clutter things up."

She swallowed as that glance brought a trembling lightness to her
limbs.  She didn't want to wait hours to feel his body entwined with
hers.  "You won't."

"I already have, havexi t I?"

Tension pulsed between them.  He'd been gone a mere two hours, and she
felt as if she hadn't seen him in weeks.  She wanted to touch him, be
touched.  "No," she murmured.  "No, you haven't cluttered anything
up."

He tossed the gym bag to the couch.  The hat sailed after it.  "Then
maybe I should start."

She read his intent in his midnight eyes even before he took the cooler
from her nerveless fingers and set it on the end table.  When he
reached for her she groaned.

"Was this on your agenda?"  he asked, pulling her against him, letting
her feel the hardening of his body.

She could only gaze up helplessly as his sculpted warrior's lips
descended on hers.  At first his mouth was hard and demanding, but as
she returned the force of his kiss with equal frustration, he gentled,
skimming his hands over her body as if to connect with every inch of
her.

Breathing hard, he lifted his head.  "I thought about this every mile
of the way back.  I told myself you had work to do ."

"Damn the work."  She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and pushed
her hands inside the soft flannel.  His heart thumped against the palm
of her hand as she pressed it against his chest.  She looked up and saw
his mask had slipped once again to reveal the passion she stirred in
him.  Maybe they couldn't talk without having him close himself off,
but they could do this.

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She scratched her fingernails lightly across the hair sprinkled
contours of his chest, and he drew in his breath.  Reaching for her
hand, he guided it down past the cold metal of his belt buckle to the
straining denim over his erection.  As she cupped him, he closed his
eyes and shuddered.

Needing him in ways she'd never needed before, she unfastened the
buckle and unbuttoned his fly as she gradually lowered herself to her
knees.

He grasped her shoulders and started to pull her up.  "Dallas, no,

I-"

"Yes: She released him from the soft cotton of his briefs and stroked
him with bold insolence.  "Yes; she said again, before loving him with
lips and tongue until he gasped and told her to stop.  This time she
obeyed and he swung her up in his arms.

In the bedroom they tore off his remaining clothes and hers.  A step
ahead of him, she took a condom from the drawer.  When it was in place,
he lay on his back on the bed and drew her on top of him.  As she
settled over his throbbing shaft his dark eyes burned into hers, almost
as if he resented the sensual power she held over him.  She reached
down and smoothed the furrows from between his eyes.  "So fierce; she
whispered "Give in, my warrior.  "

His jaw clenched.  "I have."

"No."  She began to move, circling her hips and rocking back and forth.
"Not really."

He moaned and clutched her hips as she pleasured him.  He threw his
head back as she brought him closer to surrender.  The tightening had
begun for her, too, but she concentrated on Gabe, on releasing him from
the demons that seemed to be driving him.  "Let go; she whispered. "Let
me take you away."

The tension grew in her; she closed her eyes against its force.  A low
sound came from deep in his chest and she opened her eyes to find him
gazing at her, desire blazing forth as he thrust upward, deepening the
contact

And for that moment, pressed together just before the cataclysm claimed
them both, she knew everything she needed to know about him.  Then they
tumbled together into the abyss.,

THE MAN KNEW his way around a bale of hay, Dallas concluded after Gabe
had unloaded her truck, stacked the hay and covered it with a tarp.
They'd planned the chores carefully in order to accomplish everything
in the shortened amount of time that remained after their lovemaking.
They'd gone together to buy the hay, but he'd been assigned to unload
it and dig the new fence post while she gave Gretchen her bath and
hot-oil treatment.

Gabe had convinced Dallas not to shower until later, so she'd felt
sinfully decadent moving through the day with Gabe's scent clinging to
her, a subtle reminder of what they'd shared.  Each time she glanced in
his direction she wanted to stretch and purr like a well-fed cat.
Concentrating on the chores that she'd assigned herself proved
difficult, especially when Gabe took off his shirt before starting in
on the posthole.

"Pretty sexy there, Escalante; 'she called over to him as she moved the
hose over Gretchen's water-darkened coat.

He glanced up from the two-handled posthole digger and grinned, his
teeth flashing white beneath the shadow of his hat.  "Think I should
charge extra for the floor show?"  "I doubt if I could afford it."

"For you, senorita, I make a special price; he said, and laughed before
sinking the posthole digger into the soft earth.  Sunlight reflected
off the sheen of sweat on his muscled back as he worked.

Dallas bit her lip to keep from moarung out loud as he pounded the
round metal into the ground again and again.  This was ridiculous.  She
was worse than Gretchen panting after the hulking dog down the road.
She'd never been at such a fever pitch that everything took on erotic
overtones.  She forced her gaze back to the dripping dog, who was
beginning to shiver as the sun sank toward the mountain-rimmed horizon.
"Sorry, girl, Dallas said, turning the nozzle and shutting off the
stream of water.  "I sure understand your problem a lot better now."

Later she and Gabe managed to shower without tumbling into bed only
because Dallas wouldn't dream of stranding Amber with a big
Saturday-night crowd.  Dallas and Gabe planned to eat at the buffet
provided by Rowdy Ranch, so they didn't have to worry about cooking.

"We can have ice cream when we get home, though; she said as they
headed out to her truck for the trip to town.  "I think it will be
refrozen by then."  The ice cream had been another casualty of their
passion.  By the time they'd remembered it, the carton had been soft
and the contents soupy.  "I'd also thought we could take a ride today,
she said, cast inga longing glance back at Sugar and Spice.

Gabe laughed as he opened the driver's door for her.  "I think we
did."

"Stop talking like that, she said, giving him a warning glance.  "Or I
won't be able to do my job tonight , just thinking about : She left the
sentence unfinished , suddenly shy.

"Say it; he murmured, glancing up at her, his hand caressing her thigh.
"Thinkingabout my hands here , and here, and my mouth-"

"Gabel" She pushed him away, but she was already steaming with fresh
desire.

A smile on his face, he rounded the truck and climbed in beside her.
"Doxi t forget, Parnell assumes I'm your lover.  We wouldn't want him
to think any different , would we?"

"With the way you affect me, nobody in the entire dance hall will think
any different : She started the engine

Gabe settled back in his seat, the same contented smile on his face.
"Good."

THEY wALKED into Rowdy Ranch together, Gabe's arm slung casually around
Dallas's shoulder.  She felt like a star arriving at the Academy Awards
as heads turned and eyes widened.  None of the employees at Rowdy Ranch
had ever seen her with a boyfriend.  She hadn't dated much in the
eighteen months she'd owned the shop, and she'd never brought one of
her dates here.  "you're as tense as a roped calf, Gabe murmured as
they walked toward the Cutting Pen.

"That's about how I feel.  I'to not in the habit of parading my
personal life in front of the world."

"Neither am I, toots.  Gonna give me a kiss before you start work?"

"My God, Gabe."

"I spotted Parnell over by the pinball machines.  He hasn't taken his
eyes off us.  Might as well make this roping look real ."

They neared the pool tables, where Dave Fogarty stood, hold inga pool
cue and staring.  Dallas couldn't look at him.

"Would you ordinarily kiss somebody in public?"  she asked.

"That depends."  He turned to face her and took off her red Stetson.

"Gabe, I-" "you're beautiful, you know that?"

And before she could react he had pulled her into his arms.  His kiss
didn't take long, but he accomplished a lot in a short time.  She was
trembling from the passion he'd conveyed as he released her with a
smile and set her hat back on her head, giving the brim a tug.  "Have a
good evening; he said softly.  "And get rid of those damn roses."  Then
he headed toward the rack of pool cues.

Dallas struggled to reclaim her shattered composure as she walked into
the shop where Amber stood transfixed , her manicure tray clutched
against her chest.  Dallas's greeting was a little too bright and shaky
around the edges.

"Wow," Amber breathed.  "What an entrance."

"It's... part of a plan."  Dallas stowed her purse in a cabinet.  Then
she took the roses from the vase and dropped them in the trash.

Amber watched her with a knowing smile.  "Some plan.  Wish I could get
Vince to make a plan like that."

"No, I mean, we're trying to fool Neal into thinking " she sounded out
of breath and paused to take in air "-that we're serious about each
other: Her face felt hot, and she started rearranging bottles in an
already neat supply closet.

"Are you saying that wasn't real?"

Dallas turned to face her.  "Well, I-"

"Dallas Wade, you've fallen for the guy.  It's written all over you. Go
ahead and blather on if you want, but there's a look in your eye that
definitely wasn't there yesterday.  And from the way he just kissed
you, I'd say it's a mutual attraction."

Dallas's shoulders sagged.  "I don't know, Amber.  I think I'm in over
my head."

"You?"  Amber's brown eyes sparkled.  "Must have been quite a night."

Dallas felt her flush returning.

"I just knew it!"  Amber crowed.  "There's something about the way he
carries himself that practically shouts what a good lover he'd be. Have
you noticed how he draws women to him?  He could have anyone in this
place, but you snagged him.  Good going, girl."

Dallas sank back onto the arm of the swivel chair.  "I could be making
the biggest mistake of my life.  He's a bounty hunter, Amber.  A
soldier of fortune.  He admitted he lives for adventure.  He's probably
attracted to me because I have Neal Parnell following me around.  Once
I'm not in danger, I'll be dull and boring and he'll move on.  "

Amber gazed at her thoughtfully.  "And I take it that would bother
you?"

"That's what's scaring me.  I doxi t want him getting to me like
that."

"I think he already has."

"Life used to be so simple: Dallas rubbed her forehead'I used to know
exactly what I wanted-to own a business, maybe even franchise someday,
live in the country and raise purebred dogs.  If the right guy came
along, he'd be icing on the cake."

"And not the main ingredient in the batter."

"Fxactly."  Dallas glanced up at her.  "I swore I'd never be that
vulnerable.  We hear it in country songs all the time-"I'm nothing
without you; "I can't live without you; and on and on.  I hate that
idea."

"But love can make you feel that way," Amber said gently.

Dallas skipped away from the word, but it kept flashing like neon in
her mind.  "Then who needs it?"  she said finally in frustration.  "Why
trade our independence for an emotion that puts us at the mercy of some
guy who will probably run off and leave us?"

Amber put down her manicure tray and sat in a chair opposite Dallas.
"This is partly my fault.  I told you to ask Gabe about your problem.
Sure, I thought you two might get it on, but you always seem to handle
things so well.  I thought if anything you'd be the one to break his
heart.  I guess I never imagined you getting hurt.  I'm sorry.  "

Dallas smile felt forced.  "I'm a big girl.  I didn't have to go to bed
with him."

"If I'd been in your shoes, I would have.  He's gorgeous , Dallas.  I
don't blame you for flipping out.  But what if you're wrong about him?
Maybe he'll end up making a commitment.

"Amber, he told me he woxi t even keep a dog because of his
life-style."

"Oh."  She frowned.  "I see your point: Then she turned and glanced
toward the pool tables where Gabe whipped a cue stick forward,
scattering balls in a powerful break.  His back to Amber and Dallas, he
leaned across the table for his next shot.  Amber sighed.  "Nice buns :
'

Dallas looked away from the tempting sight of Gabe's backside.  "I'm
well aware of that fact."

"What are you going to do?"

"Cut some hair."  Dallas pushed herself up from the chair.  "We have
customers approaching."

THE NqGHT SEEtvqED endless.  Thankfully Neal was totally engrossed in
Beth, so Dallas didn't have to deal with him.  His preoccupation with
the waitress made it seem even less likely that he'd been the prowler
who had set Gretchen off the night before.

About ten o'clock the stream of customers had slackened off, and
despite all her misgivings about their relationship, Dallas longed to
be with Gabe.  She glanced out to where he sat at the bar, an untouched
mug of beer in front of him.  Apparently he'd been watching her,
because he raised his glass in salute before taking a sip.

"Take a break and go see him; Amber said.

"Yeah, that will sure help: '

"Go see him.  People change their minds about things.  And whether you
want to be or not, you're hooked, so why not spend time with the guy?"
She gave Dallas a little push toward the door.  "Go on."

"I suppose."  Dallas adjusted her hat and walked toward the bar.

Gabe watched her approach, his dark eyes glinting, a small smile on his
face.

"You haven't been out on the floor tonight, she said as she drew near.
As busy as she'd been, she'd kept track of him, and although the usual
number of women had asked him to dance, he'd turned them all down, to
her immense satisfaction.

"I've been waiting for you; he said, rising from the stool.

"Oh, well, I didn't mean that we " She realized a line dance had begun.
"Do you know this?"

"You can teach me."

When she hesitated, he took her hand and led her to the floor.

Dallas knew the song and the dance, which was why she'd hesitated.  The
song was about making love, and the dance-the Tush Push-included
suggestive hip movements to match the words.  But Gabewas already
lining up with the other dancers, and she had to coach him or they'd be
run over.

"Like this;' she demonstrated.  Gabe stuck his thumbs through his belt
loops and followed with the fluid movement that had carried them
ttvough the magical waltz.  But this dance was a different story.  She
got him through the kicks and foot stomps.  "Now pump your hips like
this ."

He iznitated her perfectly, and her mouth went dry at the sight of his
lean hips moving in the rhythm that had brought her such pleasure hours
before.  A dancer bumped into her as she stood staring at him.

She quickly got back in step, and then realized Gabe had slid to the
next movement without being told.

"You knew this already!"

He grinned and continued the dance.  "I liked the way you demonstrated
it;' he said as they whirled into the next phase.

"That's unfair!"

"All's fair in love and war."  He spun away from her.

And which is this?  The music pounded at her.  Love.  Love.  Love.

They moved in perfect synchronization.  His body lured her with every
swing of his hips, and she paid him back in full with suggestive
rotations of her own.  Each time he caught her glance, his eyes
promised that this was only a pqelude to what they'd enjoy later.  Her
blood pumped in time with the staccato beat of the music as the lyrics
asked when they would be making love.  Soon, said his eyes.  Soon, she
silently replied.

She was so involved that she almost missed seeing Neal standing by the
rail surrounding the dance floor.  But Gabe didn't miss him.  She saw
his body stiffen as his gaze locked with Neal's.  Gabe didn't miss a
step, but Dallas could sense the power of that single glance, feel the
hate pulsing between the two men.  Then Neal turned his head, and his
blue eyes blazed as he glared at her.

In an instant the sexy dance took on a sinister tone.  The fun of
taunting Gabe vanished as she realized Neal had been watching every
sensuous move.  He gripped the rail, his jaw clenched and his full lips
curled in disdain

"I have to get back; Dallas said and left the floor, sick dread
curdling in her stomach.

CAUTION AND CONTROL had guided Dallas her entire life, yet she couldn't
grasp the concepts now.  When Gabe took the truck keys from her as they
walked to the parking lot that night she relinquished them and allowed
him to drive home.  When his hand reached for , hers across the seat,
she slid her fingers unresistingly through his.

Lord help her, she was starting to weave fantasies that included Gabe.
Sure, his marriage had ended because his wife was too dependent and now
he lived like a vagabond who didn't seem to want any ties, but as Amber
said, people change.

In the darkness, with only the dashboard lights illuminating their
faces, she felt easier about prob inga little more into his life.  "Do
you... have any family in Tucson?"

"Just my sister."  His answer was short, but not unfriendly

"Your folks live somewhere else, then?"

"No, they're dead."

"Oh, Gabe, I'm sorry.  There I go again, butting in."

He squeezed her hand.  "It's been ten years."

She wanted to ask how they'd died, but didn't have the nerve.

After a brief silence, he continued.  "It wasn't very pretty.  Some guy
d been arrested for a hit and run, and he posted bail.  Then he took
off, but his car quit on him, and he flagged down my folks on the
highway."  His fingers tightened, but his voice remained steady.  "My
dad was the type to stop and help anybody.  They gave him a lift.  He
directed them off into the desert, shot them and took off with their
truck."

"That's horrible."

"A bounty hunter helped track him down.  I went to thank the guy and
learned a lot about bail enforcement Seemed like a hell of a lot better
job than digging stuff out of the ground."

She took his clenched hand in both of hers.  "That explains a lot."

"Oh, I don't know."  His hand relaxed in hers.  "I suppose a shrink
would say I've been avenging my parents ever since.  That might have
been part of it at first, but the truth is, I was bored with working in
the mine, and I love this job.  I couldn't go back to a regular routine
for all the gold in China ."

Or all the love in my heart?  She hit the wall of reality once again.
How many times did he have to warn her that he was an untamable rogue
before she finally started to listen?

GABE HAD BEIN EXPECTING the question about his family A cautious woman
like Dallas would want to know a guy's background before she got too
involved with him.  She might even have some crazy idea he'd give up
his job if she asked him to.  But if she wanted him, she'd have to take
him as he was.  He didn't think there was much chance she'd do that,
but he'd always been drawn by a long shot.

If she'd give up her notion that all of life fit into neat little
compartments, they might, just might, be able to build something
together.  For now he was satisfied with little victories, like that
spontaneous lovemaking session today and convincing her to kiss him at
Rowdy Ranch.

He wished she'd take Parnell more seriously, but apparently the scum
ball wouldn't come around as long as Gabe was in residence.  That was
okay.  He liked being in residence.  Probably liked it more than was
good for him.

"I doxi t think Parnell followed us out here," he said as he disengaged
his hand to swing the truck into its parking space.  "I've been
checking the mirror, and no black Corvette showed up.  Not that he
couldn't drive out later, but I doubt he will ."

"He seems pretty involved with Beth."  "don't be fooled by that."  He
turned off the engine.  "A guy like Parnell gets tired of a woman who
makes a conquest too easy for him."

She gave him a smile that made his heart feel tight in his chest.  "How
about you?  Do you get tired of a woman when there's no challenge?"

He wanted to take her right there, on the seat of the truck.  Tired of
her?  Not in a million years.  "I'm not like Parnell, he said, climbing
down from the cab.  The vision of seeing her naked on the rumpled
sheets of her bed made him tremble as he helped her down from the truck
and opened the gate.

"Watch out for Gretchen; she warned, grabbing the dog's collar.

He shoved the gate closed behind him and took her hand.  "I must admit
Gretchen's not my top priority right now."

She got that shy, excited note in her voice that he loved.  "Maybe I
should leave Gretchen out in the yard for a little while."

"I think that's an excellent idea."  That hesitant sexiness of hers
made him want to beat his chest and yell out a wa ming to any male
within ten miles that this was his territory.  A primitive reaction,
and one he wouldn't admit to her, but true, nevertheless.

"I'll get her lighted collar, so I can see she's okay out here."

She could get a rhinestone overcoat for the dog as far as he was
concerned.  Just so she did it in a hurry.

The three of them went in the front door and Gabe took off his jacket
and hat while Dallas opened a drawer in the kitchen and took out a
studded collar.  She buckled it around Gretcheris neck and flicked a
small switch.  G abe shook his head in amazement.  What had looked to
be studs were really little red lights that blinked in sequence, like a
Las Vegas sign.

"There."  Dallas opened the door and Gretchen bounded back out, her
collar signaling her whereabouts even though the darkness swallowed her
up.  Dallas closed the door and glanced out the window.  "I feel better
when I can see where she is ."

He admired the way her denim shorts cupped her firm bottom.  "That's
not exactly what would make me feel better."

"Oh?"  She turned, a gleam in her gray eyes.  Then she took off her hat
and combed her fingers back through her hair.  "And what would make you
feel better, cowboy ?"

He stared at her, mute with need.

With a soft chuckle she hung her hat by the door.  Turrung back to him,
she removed her fringed jacket with deliberate slowness, rolling her
shoulders back to peel off each sleeve in a gesture that thrust her
breasts forward against the white cotton of her shirt.

His mouth went dry, his palms grew moist.  This demand to lie with her
was growing greater, not less.  "Why do I always feel as if it's been
weeks?"

"Einstein said time is relative ."  She began unfastening her shirt one
slow button after another.

He stepped toward her.  "He must have been watching you undress.  "

"Impatient, Gabe?"  She arched her eyebrows, obviously reveling in her
power.

"Not me : He forced himself to stop, to leave his arms at his sides.
"An impatient guy would never have made it through all those shampoos,
all those haircuts, where you ran your fingers through other guys hair.
Then there was that line dance while you wiggled your tush right in
front of me."

"As if you weren't doing the same; she retorted, but her lips parted
and her breathing quickened.  He'd evened the balance of power.

"Then I waited through the interminable balancing of the cash register
receipts, he said.  "There was a tiny drop of perspiration that slid
down between your breasts while you were totaling the final figures. An
impatient guy might have tom your shirt off and licked that little drop
away, but I didn't."

She swayed, and he closed the gap between them.  She filled his arms as
no woman ever had.  The blood roared in his ears.  She arched against
him as his mouth found hers; his tongue plunged into the soft, moist
She began struggling, and he held her tighter.  What was wrong?  Why
was she trying to get away from him?

"Gretcheris barking," she said, breathless as she pulled free.

He shook his head to clear it.  The dog was barking.  He stepped to the
side of the window and glanced out.  Dallas's dusk to-dawn light
illuminated the huge shape of the Saint Bernard-wolfhound mix outside
the fence.  "It's lover boy, he said.  "Probably thirqlcs this is the
red-light district."

"Very funny."  Dallas joined him by the window, her hand holding her
shirt together in front.  "Let's shoo him away.  He makes me nervous.
"

"I'll do it."  He started toward the door just as he heard a metal
clinking sound.  Dumb dogs were probably trying to push through the
fence.  The sound came again.

"Gabe, did you latch the gate tight?"

"I just pushed it closed.  I thought it latched by itself" He hadn't
been thinking much about gates at the time.

Dallas raced for the door and flung it open.  "She's out!"  she called
as she ran down the steps and across the yard.

He tore off after her.  Sure enough, far down the road bounded a pair
of large dogs, red blinking lights merrily advertising the direction of
their flight.

Gabe overtook Dallas and passed her.  The dogs had romped into the
middle of a field, and before he could get to them, the new motion of
the red lights and the fevered whining told him what was happening to
Gretchen.  A wail from behind him told him Dallas knew it, too.

Gretchen had lost her virginity.

"WE HAUE TO GET THEM apart; Dallas said, shoving past him.  "Igor! Stop
that!"

"Hold on."  Gabe grabbed her and pulled her back.  "Igor will tear you
to bits if you try to interrupt his pleasure at this point : '

"I suppose you'd know; she said, sounding disgusted with all males and
their propensities.

"I have some idea how he feels right now.  It's too late , anyway.  You
know that."

"Damn!"  She watched a moment longer as the dogs coupled
enthusiastically.  Then she turned away with a groan.  "That gate has
to be latched carefully, Gabe.  You can't just shove it closed, because
the little latch doesn't always come down."

He didn't like her subtle accusation, but understood she was upset.
"Then I guess it needs some oil."

"Well, I've been a little busy to oil gate latches , okay?"  "don't
blame me."  Well, she was getting to him, after all.  She could stir
him to anger, just as she could stir him to passion.  He shouldn't be
surprised.  "I tried like hell to stay out of your bed; he reminded
her.

"Oh, sure!"  She spread her arms, which made her unbuttoned blouse gape
open.  He tried not to look and let his anger dilute.  He failed.

"What was I supposed to do, with you sleeping right in the next room?"
she shouted.  "Do you think I'm some robot?  Some creature made of some
space-age material that doesn't get hot when some guy with a body to
die for is standing in the doorway of her bedroom and-"

"You really think I have a body to die for?"  He couldn't stay angry
with somebody throwing out compliments like that.

"It's very nice!"  She sounded quite upset about it.  "Are you
satisfied notv, Mr.  Egomaniac?"

"Not by a long shot."  He worked not to smile.  "But I think he is ."
Gabe gestured toward the male dog, who had stopped moving and now
drooped across Gretchen's rump.  "Maybe I should offer them each a
cigarette"

"How cute ."  Dallas glanced over her shoulder.  "Can you imagine what
the puppies will look like?"

"You never know.  They might have bodies to die for: He couldn't keep
the laughter out of his voice.

She rounded on him.  "You think this is so funny , don't you?  My whole
breeding program is down the tubes.  And I'm sure this isn't good for
Gretchen."

"In the long run, maybe not, but short-term I'm sure it was very good
for Gretchen."  ,

"Oh!"  She threw both hands in the air.  "Is that all you can think
about?  If you hadn't been so engrossed in sex a little while ago, none
of this would have happened."

"Excuse me?  Are you saying you weren't at all excited yourself?"  He
stared pointedly at her unbuttoned blouse.  "Or was that the work of
mysterious forces beyond your control?"

She glanced down.  "Oh " Then she began rebuttoning her blouse, keeping
her chin down so she didn't have to look at him.  By the time she
finished, Igor had wandered off and Gretchen stood beside her, tongue
hanging out and tail wagging.  Dallas hooked a couple of fingers
through Gretchexi's collar and started down the road.

Falling into step beside her, Gabe decided to offer no more excuses or
explanations.  Maybe that was it between him and Dallas.  If she chose
to end their relationship because of this incident with the dog, then
he hadn't made any progress whatsoever, and it was just as well they
parted now.  He'd still make sure Parnell didn't attack her, but he
could do that without being in her house and in her bed.

"I don't like it when things don't go the way I planned; she said at
last.

He remained silent, waiting.

"I shouldn't have blamed you.  It was as much my fault as yours.  More,
really."

The tenseness in his gut loosened.  "I'm willing to share equally; he
said, his tone mild.

"Well, you're not equally to blame.  It's my gate, my dog and my
responsibility to see that the dog stays on the right side of the gate:
'

"Not if I'm part of your life.  Then the responsibility 's shared."

"Not if I don't wish to share it."

His insides twisted.  "Is that the way you want things to be, then?"
They'd reached his truck.  He still had his keys in his pocket.  She
could send him his jacket.

She glanced up at him, her face pale in the dusk-to dawn light.  "I
don't know, Gabe."

It wasn't really a call for a truce, but he'd take it.  They were
beating around the issues, but he didn't feel ready to hit them head-on
yet.  Did they have a future?  What compromises were each of them
willing to make toward that future?  He didn't have the answers, and he
didn't think she did, either.  But he ached to hold her again.  That
much, at least, was simple.

"Let's get Gretchen inside and make sure she's okay " , he said,
reaching for the latch on the gate.

She accepted the suggestion quickly.  It seemed she didn't want deep
discussions right now any more than he did.  Maybe the sizzling
chemistry between them was enough to take them through a few more days,
until they both decided how much they were willing to sacrifice for
this fragile relationship blossoming between them.

They ushered a subdued Gretchen into the house.  After checking her
over and finding no bites or scratches, Dallas snapped off the switch
on the blinking collar and unbuckled it from Gretchen's neck.  As she
hung it on a hook by the door, Dallas's shoulders started to shake.

Gabe felt instant remorse for making fun of Gretchen's night out.  He
hurried over and took her by the shoulders.  "Don't cry.  I'm sure
everything will be okay."

She turned in his arms, her eyes sparkling with amusement, not tears
"Gretchen looked so dumb , standing there with that collar blinking
away, while

Igor-" She lost the rest of her sentence to the laughter that spilled
out of her like warm rain.

He grinned.  "Can't say I've ever seen a show like that myself."

"I suppose..."  She stopped and giggled again.  "I suppose the collar
would have been more appropriate wound around her tail : '

"I don't think Igor needed any more directions.  He found the target
just fine."

"I'll bet he's one happy dog tonight: '

Gabe molded his hands around her bottom.  "Poor old Igor.  He must have
trouble find inga lover that fits.  And he'll never have that kind of
satisfaction with Gretchen again."

"Not if I can help it: She nestled against him, her gray eyes turning
smoky as he massaged her buttocks.

"Heartless woman."  His sex swelled beneath his jeans.  She could bring
him to the brink of desperation so fast it was scary.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that."  She reached her arms around his neck and
stood on tiptoe to brush her lips against his.

Desire thickened his vocal chords.  "Prove it."

She slid out of his arms and turned to the dog.  "Gretchen, lie down."
Gretchen plopped to the floor and put her head on her paws.  "Stay,"
Dallas instructed Then she turned back to Gabe and crooked one
finger.

At that moment he would have followed her anywhere

Once inside the bedroom, she closed the door and leaned against it to
take off her boots.  Then, while he watched in an increasing state of
arousal, she discarded her shirt and fringed shorts, until she stood
before him in thong-style panties and a tease of a bra.

She motioned him toward the bed.  "We'll start with your boots ."
Straddling his leg, she presented an enticing view of her backside as
she pulled off his boot with practiced ease.

He ran a finger down her spine.  "Seems like you might have done this
maneuver before: He considered himself liberated when it came to former
lovers, but he didn't feel libe;ated when he contemplated Dallas taking
off another guy's boots.

"Yep."  She stepped over his other leg and repeated the process.  Then
she turned and sat astride his lap.  He started to reach for her, but
she grabbed his wrists.  "You have a problem with that, cowboy?"

"Yes : The word was out before he could call it back.

"Too bad: Still astride him, she released his wrists and placed both
hands on his chest.  He allowed her to push him down to the mattress.
Then she began unbuttoning his shirt, her hair falling around her face
and over her scantily covered breasts.  "I've had hundreds of lovers;
she said, rocking gently against his groin.

"Liar."  He dug his fingers into her soft bottom.

"How do you know?"  She scooted back just enough to unbuckle his
belt.

"You think all Dave Fogarty and I do is play pool?"  He gasped as she
unbuttoned his jeans and reached in to stroke his bulging manhood.  "He
s told me all about you.  Engaged once.  Didn't work out.  You don't
even Damn , that feels good-" He groaned as she slipped her hand inside
his briefs.

"I don't even what?"

"Go out much."  He closed his eyes in ecstasy.

"Maybe I lied to Dave."  She paused in her fondling and braced her
hands on either side of his head so she could lean down and nibble on
his lower lip.  "And why did you want to know, anyway?"

He grasped her by the waist and in one deft movement rolled over,
sending her sprawling underneath him on the bed.  "Lord knows why; he
said, panting from excitement and the exertion of changing positions'I
certainly didn't expect to find a twenty-nine year -old virgin in this
day and' age Not one who looks like you, anyway.  But damned if I like
the idea of any other guy, even one, being inside you.  "

Her gray eyes glowed.  "That's be inga bit possessive , Escalante."

"I know."  He admired the way her breasts heaved beneath him.  "Was he
good?  The guy you were engaged to?"

She licked her lips.  "Great."

"Damn you:' He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her
mouth.  When he'd opened the front fastening of her bra he plundered
her breasts, nipping with his teeth at her soft flesh.  There may have
been other lovers, but he was here now, and she would never forget him.
Never.

She writhed beneath him, arching her hips upward until he reached down
and pulled away the damp scrap of cotton between her legs.  He resented
the delay while he put on a condom.  Finally he buried himself in her
warm, moist center.  There.  He pushed forward a little more and felt
her ripple of reaction rise up and enfold him.  "you're mine now; he
murmured, drawing back and easing forward again, locking in on the
center of her response.  She quivered once again.  "Mine."  He didn't
move much.  He didn't need to.  She was trembling all over now, a
volatile mixture ready to erupt all around him.  He pressed forward
insistently-seeking, seeking Her trembling grew more violent.  His
voice was hoarse as he repeated the word.  His teeth raked across her
throat.

Mine.

Then, with one final push he tapped into the epicenter of her passion,
and her cry of affirmation rang in his ears.  As her spasms guided him
to his own shattering release, he accepted a truth his body had known
since the first time he'd lain with her.  She was his... and he was
hers.

SHE'D WANTED TO BE claimed.  She couldn't deny it, all her feminist
rhetoric to the contrary.  When he'd demanded her allegiance, she'd had
no choice but to grant it.  That didn't give him the right to tell her
what to do.  That didn't give him domiruon over her life.  But it gave
him her loyalty and her fidelity.

Perhaps she'd known from the beginning that he could wrest such a
promise from her, and she'd feared the power that implied.  In the end,
it was an easy promise to make.  How could she ever welcome another
into her bed after experiencing such total commuruon with Gabe?

Still breathing hard, he raised his head to look into her eyes, as if
searching for confirmation.  Without speaking, she met his gaze.

His breath caught, and he swallowed.  "Once I told a woman that I loved
her; he began.  "What I felt was a soft emotion.  Sweet.  And so.. pale
compared to this: He touched her cheek.  "I don't know what this is :
'

"Neither do I."

"I thought maybe..."  He smoothed a strand of hair back from her cheek
as he seemed to grope for words.  "Maybe it was just plain old lust."
His wry smile squeezed her heart.  "But I've lusted after centerfolds
in magazines, and I never had the urge to- This will really sound
chauvinistic-I want to brand you somehow , so that no man will ever
even think about the prospect of having you."  His voice dropped to a
husky whisper.  "He'd have to kill me first ."

Stirred by his intensity, she cradled his face in her hands.  "you're
right.  That's not very politically correct"

"But it's honestly the way I feel ."

She met his gaze, all pretense stripped away.  "That's how I feel about
you.  Any woman who wants you has to get past me.  And, Gabe, I fibbed
about the man I was engaged to.  He doesn't hold a candle to you."  She
paused.  "No one does."

"That's good, because your days of experimenting are over."

She decided to go for broke.  "Do you realize what you're saying?"

"Yes."  His eyes smiled into hers, bringing joy surging through her.
"Which doesn't mean all the rough parts are worked out of this
arrangement; he cautioned' It just means they will be."

"You sound so sure ."

He shrugged.  "It's simple, really.  I caxi t stand the idea of someone
else making love to you.  you're a vibrant , healthy woman with lots of
years of lovemaking ahead of you.  So if I'm ruling out anybody else
satisfying you , I guess the job falls to me."

"What a noble sacrifice; she said, laughing.

"Isxi t it, though?"  He leaned down and kissed her softly.  "I need
you, mi guerida."

"Oh, Gabe."  She savored the gentle message conveyed by his kiss. Maybe
they could make it, after all.

They held each other in contented silence for long moments.  Finally he
propped his head on his fist and gazed at her.  "How about some rehozen
ice cream?  I'm starved."

"Not me.  But you go ahead."

"Thanks, I will: He rolled away horn her and stood.  "you're sure?
I'll bring it to you."

"No, thanks."  She levered herself up and watched him pull on his jeans
and shirt.  "I use that ice cream for comfort food when things aren't
going well : '

He glanced at her.  "Since you had me pick it up this morning, I guess
you anticipated needing some comfort"

"I wasn't sure what would happen between us ."

"I'm still not sure."  He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.  "But
that's okay.  Come on in and keep me company while I eat the ice
cream."  ,

She grabbed a robe from the closet.  By the time she entered the
kitchen he was already scooping ice cream into the mug that said Hair
Stylists Get You All Lathered

Up.  Gretchen stood close by, looking hopeful.

"Couldn't find a bowl?"  she asked, lea rung against a cupboard.

"I've been wanting to use this mug ever since last night : '

"Was it only last night?"

He stopped scooping and turned to her.  "Yeah, incredible as that
seems" Then he continued filling the mug.

She could hardly believe that the same man who had stood in her kitchen
and seemed so remote the night before could be the same guy who stood
barefoot in front of her sink, his shirt hanging open, his hair tousled
horn their lovemaking.  "What a difference a day makes ."

He winked at her.  "That's for sure."  Then he tossed the scoop in the
sink and took a spoon out of a drawer.

"I usually give Gretchen a little in her bowl."

"Okay."  He picked up the scoop, dug out a generous portion and flicked
it into Gretchen's bowl.  She immediately lowered her head and started
lapping.  Then he returned the scoop to the sink and put away the ice
cream.

Dallas started over to rinse the scoop and put it in the dishwasher.

Gabe caught her eye just as she reached for the scoop.  "Why not leave
it?"  he asked casually.

"Because I usually don't."

"I tend to leave things around."

She held his gaze.  "I tend to put them away."

"Hmm."  He regarded her thoughtfully, as if she were an experiment he
was working on.  "Maybe we'll have to have separate houses ."  ,

"Isxi t that a little extreme?  You could make a greater effort to pick
things up."

"Or you could learn to leave them lying around The corners of his mouth
twitched.  "Oh, the arguments we'll have, Dallas."

She gazed at him in astonishment.  "You sound as if you relish the
arguing."  ,

"Arguing's not so bad."

"It's not?"

"Nope.  Keeps things exciting: He leaned against the counter and
scooped out some ice cream.  Her gaze lingered with appreciation on the
expanse of hair sprinkled chest revealed each time he took another
bite.  "After all, you have to argue before you can make up."

She sank to a kitchen chair in bewilderment.  "I thought the idea was
to find somebody you could agree with most of the time: '

"So did I. Then I met you.  I know for a fact we won't agree on lots of
things, but I have to be with you, so the arguing will be part of it, I
guess."  He gestured to the ice cream with his spoon.  "This isxi t bad
refrozen: '

He wasn't bad, either, she thought.  The soft jeans molded the lines of
his crotch, lines she could now trace in her mind's eye from memory.
She propped her chin on one hand.  "We wouldn't have to argue all the
time , you know.  You could just give in."

"That's not in my nature."

"No kidding: '

"It's not in yours, either; he said around another scoop of ice cream.
"don't sweat it, Dallas."

"Two days ago I wouldn't have believed anyone who told me I'd be having
this conversation."

"Two days ago we hadn't made love: '

"Good point: How she loved to look at him.  Even the movement of the
muscle in his forearm when he lifted the spoon made her stomach tighten
with desire.

"Although saying it's only been a short time is deceiving" He scraped
his spoon around the bottom of the mug.  "We've been working on this
attraction a lot longer than two days.  It all started with that
shampoo "

"I beg your pardon.  I treated you the way I treat every customer.  "

"Is that right?"  He took a chair across from her and set the mug and
spoon in front of him.  "Then it was my imagination that you fondled my
hair a little more than necessary?  "

She flushed.  "Well, maybe I-"

"And the way you leaned over me.  I swear I could almost read your
mind, and you were thinking of something move than washing my hair."

"Noxisense: '

"Really?"  He took the spoon from the mug.  Droplets of melted ice
cream clung to it.  He reached for her hand and held the spoon over her
wrist until a trickle of ice cream fell with a cool plop on her pulse
point.  "I'll admit to you that I was imagining how your fingers would
feel on other parts of my body."  He lifted her wrist and licked the
ice cream away, send inga tingling shot of awareness through her body
to settle in that sweet, aching spot he'd so recently turned into a
volcano of sensation.  ""Fess up, Dallas: '

She struggled to remain calm.  "you're arrogant, Escalante You think
every woman is hot for your body."

"I don't care about every woman: He dribbled more ice cream in the
crook of her arm.  "I want to know if you were."  He lowered his lips
to her arm.  "That first night ."

"Maybe:' The cool ice cream followed by the warmth of his mouth was
driving her crazy with de , sire.

"Just maybe?"  he prompted, dripping ice cream into her palm.

"All right.  Yes."

"And now?"  He circled her palm with his tongue and followed the tiny
rivulets of ice cream that had oozed between her fingers.

She was embarrassed by the ease with which he could arouse her.  She
turned her face away.  "Gabe, we

"

He put down the spoon and caught her chin to bring her back to face
him.  "Ah, Dallas, don't hide from me.  That's what I wanted to see.
The need in those beautiful gray eyes: Still holding her hand, he stood
and came around the table.  "Come here, mi querida."

The soft Spanish endearment swept away whatever small resistance she
had.  She allowed him to pull her to her feet and open her robe.
Reaching behind her for the mug, he guided her up against the table. He
slowly dripped more ice cream over her breasts and licked them clean
until she was pantqng with need.  Then he kneeled before her, and the
last of the cool liquid found its way to her heated center.  She
groaned, shameless now, all inhibitions gone as he replaced the
coolness with his tongue.

When she thought she could take no more, he rose and unfastened the fly
of his jeans.  A condom appeared in his hand, although she was past
caring if he used one.  The table edge bit into her backside as he
thrust forward, but she didn't care about that, either.  He provided
enough pleasure to make her forget everything else.

He cradled her face as he moved easily within her.  "I love you; he
said, his voice hoarse.  "I love you, Dallas :'

Tears of happiness filled her eyes.  "I love you, Gabe : '

"Forever."  He kissed her as she shuddered in his aims.  Then with a
muffled groan he found his own release.

GABE WASN'T HAPPY when he saw the small bruises on Dallas's bottom as
she toweled off after their shower the next mo ming

He pulled her over to the bed where he'd sat to pull on his boots.  "We
can't have this happening, he said, bending to inspect the marks.
"We'll have to get all our furniture padded."

"I kind of like them.  They're like the brand you talked about wanting
to put on me."  She laughed as his lips tickled over the bruises.
"Every time I sit down today I'll think of you."

"I'd rather have a different reminder than that."  He released her and
reached for his shirt.  "And I thought you wanted to go riding today.
Can you?"

She gave him a look of scorn as she stepped into her panties.  "I'm no
hothouse flower.  I believe I told you that ."

"Yeah, that was when I discovered you had a gun.  That set me back
some.  Which reminds me, I should call Diego and Jasper, find out what
Pamell's been up to recently."

Dallas snapped the front catch on her bra.  "You still have them
following him?"

"Not every minute, but they're keeping track of him.  Why?"

"Because I think it's silly, that's why."  She pulled a T shirt over
her head.  "He's not doing anything wrong."

"You have a short memory, Gabe said, buttoning his shirt and standing
to tuck it into his jeans.  "What about the times he followed you? What
about Friday night?  If I weren't around, you'd be in hot water,
lady."

His tone sent her hackles up.  She paused in the act of reaching for
her jeans.  "I think you're exaggerating the situation.  "

After all they'd shared, she didn't think he'd react with the same
closed-down expression as before.  She was wrong.  "Gabe, for heaven's
sake, what is it?  Why do you get this way?  "

He shoved his hands in his pockets and gazed out the window.

"Dammit, what aren't you telling me about Neal?  There's more to this,
isn't there?"

He seemed to be struggling with whether to confide in her or not.
Whatever thoughts he had, they were obviously painful.

A horrible suspicion arose in her mind.  She tossed the jeans aside and
walked over to lay a hand on his arm.  "Gabe, is Neal related to that
man who killed your parents?"

He shook his head and glanced down at her.  Then he looked away again.
His words, when they finally came, were filled with fury.  "Neal
Parnell raped my sister."

DALLAS HUGGED HERSELF against the sudden chill that engulfed her.  She
stared at Gabe, who kept his back to her, his head bowed.  "Your sister
is Celia Martinez?"  she asked, her voice little more than a whisper.
,

He nodded.

"Oh, Gabe.  Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I thought it would make you question my judgment about
Parnell."

"I've been questioning it, anyway."  And now she doubted he had any
objectivity at all.  Her heart ached-for him, for her, for the tender
emotions that had been created between them and now seemed in jeopardy.
She forced herself to say the words.  "You weren't at the trial."

His jaw clenched.  "I didn't have to be.  Celia told me he did it.
That's enough for me."

"But the evidence-"

He whirled, his expression dangerous.  "Damn the evidence!  She knows
it was him.  And you would, too, if you weren't so caught up in the
details!  Everything has to be lined up and neat for you, doesn't
it?"

She had to grit her teeth to keep them from chattering' That how the
system works."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you.  It didn't work."

"It did!  He had a fair trial.  I agree he's not the most appetizing
guy to have around, and I've gone along with you and Amber because I
didn't like the way he seemed to be fixating on me.  But twelve
intelligent people studied the evidence at that trial.  He did not
commit that rape ."

"Like hell ."

They stood as if a ten-foot wall separated them.  And perhaps it did,
she thought.  They were never going to agree on this.  And it was no
longer a philosophical discussion , as she'd thought before.
Hisnarrowed eyes and the arrogant tilt of his head told her he wa sing
full warrior mode again.  Her stomach churned as she realized what she
had to do.  "you're sure he's a rapist and his next target is me ,
right?"

"I'd bet my life on it."

"But he seems to have backed off now that yodre around all the time."

"That's right.  I could have protected Celia, too, if I'd been here.
But I wasn't.  That's something I'll have to live with for the rest of
my life."

Anguish tore at her.  Was his devotion to her only a salve for his
guilty conscience about his sister?  She couldn't believe that or she d
go completely crazy.  She took a deep breath.  "We can proae your
premise.  All you have to do is leave."

His head snapped as if she'd hit him across the face.  His jaw worked,
and when he spoke his voice was strained.  "I caxi t leave the way open
for him to hurt you."

"Then we'll never know who's right, will we?"

His gaze grew icy cold.  "Do you want me to go?"

It was the hardest word she'd ever had to say.  "Yes."

All emotion left his face.  "All right."  "you're wrong about Neal.  He
won't come after me : '

His tone was almost conversational, and all the more chilling because
of that.  "Let's hope not.  Because I'd have to kill him."

Dallas.ns sPIN'r're Dn Y riding q the foothills until Sugar was
lathered and the tears soaking Dallas's T-shirt had dried in the warm
sun."  She stayed away from the trailer as long as possible, but
eventually she had to go back to the rumpled sheets, the damned sticky
mug and spoon still on the table and the rest of the coffee ice cream.
She'd never be able to use it as comfort food again.

She threw out the ice cream.  If Amber hadn't given her the mug, she d
have thrown it away, too, rather than rinse it out.  But Amber loved
that mug and used it every time she came over.  Fresh tears streamed
down Dallas's cheeks and she used water hot enough to hurt her hands as
she cleaned the mug and spoon.  The least he could have done was rinse
his own damned dishes!

Thoughts of Amber reminded Dallas that she needed to explain the
changed situation before she and Amber worked together again.  She
called and made a lunch date for the next day.

"What?  You can tear yourself away from that gorgeous hunk for a lunch
with little ol' me?"  Amber asked.

"Anytime; Dallas said, forcing cheer into her voice.

"Want to go shopping, too?"

"Maybe."

"I'll bet you need some new underwear.  I always get new underwear when
I start a relationship.  This will be fun, Dallas, having you two as a
couple."

Dallas gripped the phone and tried to think of how to stop Amber from
babbling on.

"I think Vince and Gabe might get along," Amber continued.  "Maybe the
four of us can go out together sometime.

"

Dallas grabbed at the first thing she could think of.  "Oh, God, I
think I left the gate open; Amber.  Gretchen might get out : '

"Oh, no!  can't have that."

"Right.  See you tomorrow: She hung up and gazed at the phone through
her tears.  Gabe had certainly messed up her life.  Even her dog wasn't
the same.

But she could do something about Igor.  She dialed the number of her
neighbor who owned the dog.  "Mr.  Stanhope?  This is Dallas Wade down
the road.  I suggest you either get Igor neutered or keep him penned
up.  If I see him on my property again I'm taking him to the Humane
Society."

"What happened?  Did he compromise that pretty little Great Dane of
yours?"  Stanhope laughed.

"Mr.  Stanhope, I'm warning you.  It's irresponsible to allow an un
neutered dog to run around impregnating the world : '

Stanhope laughed even louder.  "Hell, that dog of yours is the only one
he can reach.  Any of the other females in the neighborhood would have
to agree to stand on a stool."

"Mr.  Stanhope-"

"Ease up, Dallas.  I'll help you find homes for the puppies, if that's
your problem: '

"No, that's not my problem, and please keep your dog penned up!"  She
put the phone down with more force than necessary and stomped out to
feed the horses their evening meal.

As the shadows lengthened in the yard, she found herself glancing down
the road.  If a black Corvette showed up... but of course it wouldn't.
Neal would probably spend the night at Rowdy Ranch, and tonight was
Amber's night to work alone, so Dallas wouldn't have to risk seeing
him-or Gabe.

Maybe she'd spend the night watching television.  She hardly ever gave
herself time to do that.  And she'd lock all the doors and windows. Not
that she really needed to.  Gabe was so determined to find his sister's
attacker and punish him that he couldn't see that Neal was innocent

"Come on, Gretchen."  She took the dog by the collar and went inside,
locking the door firmly behind her.

The sound of the television kept her company all evening.  She ate a
microwaved dinner in front of it, and if she didn't like the current
show she switched over to the country-music video station.  When the
video for "A Cowboy's Dream" came on, she channel surfed until she
found a sitcom that made her laugh.

"Televisioxi's good; she murmured to herself.  "I'll watch more
television."

On one of her forays through the stations a courtroom drama caught her
attention.  The judge was in her chambers discussing some point of law
with the prosecuting attorney

"I'm sorry, but that's not admissable; the judge told the attorney.

The prosecutor looked about ready to explode.  "But it proves the
defendant murdered his wife."

"Nevertheless, you and I know it's not admissable.  If you enter it,
I'll have to declarea mistrial, and I know you don't want that, either.
Prove your case without this evidence.  you're a good enough
attorney."

But he didn't, and Dallas's attention was riveted to the set as the
supposed murderer went free because the jury never learned about the
damning evidence.  She switched to another channel, but the courtroom
drama stayed with her.

That was only television, she told herself.  How dramatic to have
unusable evidence that would convict a killer.  That probably happened
once in a million times.  She and the jury had heard everything there
was to hear about the Celia Martinez case.  Of course they had.

She didn't sleep well that night and got up three times to recheck the
locks on her doors and windows.

DALLAS MET AMBER at an Italian restaurant near the bustling Tucson
Mall.  They'd both dressed in slacks and sweaters; lunching out for
them had always meant getting away from cowgirl clothes for a few
hours.

Dallas saved her announcement until after the waiter had deposited a
large all-you-can-eat salad bowl and two salad plates on their table.
Then she told Amber what had happened, even including the incident with
Gretchen.

"You sent that man away?"  Amber wailed, her fork "That's what
counseling does for you, Amber said.  clattering to her salad plate.
"You are out of your mind, "It helps you deal with the trauma, so you
won't get " hysterical every time you think about what happened.

"He's paranoid, Amber: Dallas picked up a green I should know: '

chili pepper by the stem and put it back on her plate.

Dallas's eyes widened.  "You?"  She wasn't hungry.  "I can understand
it, I guess.  If your I was raped when I was eighteen, she said evenly,
sister swears some guy raped her, then you want to be- as if giving a
weather report.  , h the "Oh, my God."  lie've she's right, so you can
have somebody to ang , hate on.  " Amber's tone grew harsher.  "Some
guy I met at a

"Dallas, look at me."  party took me out in the desert.  I was drunk,
but he

Dallas lifted her head.  definitely raped me, the bastard."  Her hand
shook as

"Has it ever occurred to you that-now don't get mad she reached for her
glass of iced tea and took a long, at me-that maybe, just maybe, Neal
was guilty of that slow drink.  The helpless fury remained in her eyes
as

" she looked at Dallas.  I couldn t prove that, either, but charge?

Dallas gazed at her as snippets from the television my pqents got me a
good counselor, which is why I can , talk about it now without breaking
dishes ."  courtroom drama played in her mind.  "But the evi

, pp "

Dallas reached across the table and covered Amdence didn't su ort- her
s hand with her own.  "I wish I'd known.  All this " y y

I know you hate the idea that you mi t have hxmed the we've been
discussing this, you've probably been a rapist loose: reliving what
happened to you: '

Dallas shook her head.  "I didn't.  And the other " "

Amber sighed.  Some.  eleven people on that jury didn't, either."  q, ,
"

I'm sorry.  Dallas squeezed her hand.

"Criminals do get off sometimes, you know.  "It's just that it's hard
to prove, babe.  You like your

Dallas poked at her salad while sorting through her world to be all
organized, and when it comes to this jumbled thoughts.  "We listened so
carefully to every- crime, everything's disorganized.  This Celia and
the thing."  She glanced up at Amber.  "Gabe's sister was rapist were
the only people there.  But I'll tell you this.  very composed on the
stand.  You'd think someone If she says it was Neal Parnell, I'd
believe her."  who'd been through that would be more upset."  Dallas
began to tremble.  "You would?  Even if the guy

"How long had it been?"  was wear inga ski mask and disguised his
voice?"

"Four months ."  Amber's laugh was short and humorless.  "You can

"Did she have counseling in the meantime?"  tell by the smell of his
skin."

"Yes, but-" Goose bumps rose on Dallas's arms.  "What?"

"You don't think you remember how a guy smells, do you?  But the memory
s there, all right.  I'll bet if Gabe came up behind you, youd
recognize him without looking.  You say Celia went out with this guy
once, probably even kissed him.  She'd remember the scent of his skin.
Or at least a part of her mind would, even if she doesn't realize it.
But of course something like that won't stand up in court."

"But the defense attorney said Celia was only trying to get back at
Neal beqause he stopped taking her out.  Celia doesn't have much money,
and someone like Neal would be a good catch."

"So she accuses him of rape?  What a great way to land a proposal : '

"Of course not, but " Dallas put down her fork and covered her face
with her hands.  "I'm so damned confused"

"Hey, it's not as if you did anything wrong; Amber said softly.  "You
had to go by the evidence."

Dallas combed her hair back from her face with trembling fingers.  "If
I helped turn a rapist back out on the streets, I did do something
wrong.  If only I could know."

"That's the tough part.  But, Dallas, in the meantime , watch out for
yourself, okay?  Have Frank or

Turner walk you to your car tonight.  If you don't want

Gabe around, that's your business, but in case lies right, protect
yourself."

"I will: She sighed.  "But it's the uncertainty that bothers me the
most: '

"You may have to live with that, babe: '

BUT DALLAs xNq'w that uncertainty was one thing she'd never been able
to live with.  She still had all the telephone numbers for her fellow
jurors, and after a lackluster shopping spree with Amber she went home
and called each one.  She left several messages on answering machines,
but was able to talk with three people.  Each of them confirmed that
they believed Neal was innocent.

"And he is innocent, Dallas told Gretchen as she locked her in the yard
before driving off to work.  "But in case I'm wrong, chew the hell out
of anyone who comes around, okay?

Gretchen wagged her tail and barked.

"Some killer dog you are."  Dallas grinned and got into her truck. Then
she scrambled back out, her heart hammering.  On the seat of the truck
lay a single red rose.

DALLAS WAS THROUGH her gate and back inside her locked trailer,
Gretchen close by her side, inside of twenty seconds.  Moments later
she reemerged without

Gretchen, her Lady Smith & Wesson cocked and ready in her hand.

She scanned the area around her trailer.  Creosote bushes grew three or
four feet high all over the desert floor.  Any one of them could hide a
grown man.  In her imagination Neal crouched behind each one she
studied

A movement.

There!  She aimed at the bush and fired, shattering the afternoon
quiet.  A huge jackrabbit bounded away unharmed , and she gasped in
dismay.  Trembling, she lowered the gun.  She'd have to get hold of
herself before she killed some innocent animal.  Fighting panic, she
worked her way through the gate, but she left it open for a quick
retreat.

First she checked the back of the truck, but nothing was there except a
few stray wisps of hay from Saturday At last she opened the passenger
side of the truck and looked in quickly, before spinning around to
check behind her.  A ground squirrel popped back in his hole, and Sugar
and Spice moved restlessly in the corral, but otherwise the landscape
remained the same.

After climbing into the truck, she sat beside the rose and locked both
doors.  Had she locked the truck after coming home from lunch with
Amber?  Probably not.  She wasn't in the habit of doing that out here
in the country.  Obviously she'd have to start.

A note had been slipped under the stem of the rose.  She could read it
without moving the flower.  Holding her breath, she scanned the brief
message.  Sorry my dog got your dog in the family way.  You're right.
It's timeforlgortoretire.  Yours, George Stanhope

Dallas's laughter had an edge of hysteria to it.  Was she going to live
this way from now on, afraid of anything that suggested the presence of
Neal Parnell?  Would she panic every time she saw a black Corvette or
red roses?

"No, by God, she said, getting out of the truck, the rose and note in
one hand, her gun in the other.  She went back into the house, looked
up the number of the prosecuting attorney Fred Axton, and dialed.

"Mr.  Axton's in court right now, his assistant told her.  "I'll be
happy to take a message, Miss Wade."

"I need to speak with him as soon as possible.  Do you think he could
meet me at Rowdy Ranch sometime tonight ?  I'd be very grateful ."

"I don't know, Miss Wade-" the assistant began.

"Please, it's very important; Dallas cut in.

"Well, I could certainly ask him."

"Thank you so much.  Oh, and if he has any boots and jeans, this would
be the time to wear them.  Otherwise he II stick out like a sore
thumb."

"I'll tell him."  The assistant sounded amused.  "Will he have to do
the Achy-Breaky?"

"I hope not."

The assistant laughed.  "So do I. He's brilliant but uncoordinated. May
I tell him what this is in reference to?"

"The sexual assault trial of Neal Parnell; Dallas said, takin ga deep
breath.  "I want to know everything about it ,"

DALLAs wALKED QUICKLY into Rowdy Ranch, hating the unscheduled
disturbance that had made her late.  But , she soon forgot about the
time.  Gabe stood by the pool table nearest her shop.  He wore his
black hat pulled low, so she couldn't see directly into his eyes, but
she didn't need to see them to know his attention was focused like a
laser on the front door.

His shoulders slumped in apparent relief when he saw her, and she
wanted to cry.  He'd been worried about her.  Then he turned with that
nonchalant movement of his hips she'd come to cherish and lined up his
next shot as if he didn't care a hoot what happened to her.  The rush
of warmth she'd felt curdled in her stomach.  She'd sent him away, and
a man like Gabe didn't come knocking twice.

Cheeks warm, she walked past him without speaking , all the while
remembering their grand entrance Saturday night.  From the corner of
her eye she assessed the reaction of the shop owners.  Dave Fogarty was
immersed in photograph inga laughing group of four women attired in
dance-hall costumes, but Irving Skinner, who ran the leather shop next
to Fogarty's Fotography , seemed interested in Dallas's passage. Dallas
also figured the animated con venation between Ted and Louise McNulty
in the jewelry shop had something to do with her.  After all, she and
Gabe had put on quite a show on Saturday.  For them to come in
separately tonight and then not even speak to each other would provide
the shop owners and staff at Rowdy Ranch enough gossip for the entire
evening.

She unlocked the wrought-iron accord ian gate that closed off her shop
and pushed it back against the wall.  A customer was already walking
toward the shop.  She felt Gabe's glance even with her back turned and
wondered how she'd ever be able to concentrate on her work with him so
close.  She might have thought she'd severed the link between them, but
a connection so powerful wasn't easily broken.  With a sigh she turned
on the lights and hung up her fringed jacket.  She hoped Fred Axton
took her message seriously and had some free time tonight.  Otherwise
it would be a very long evening.

ABoU'r AN HoUR into her work schedule she realized she hadn't seen Neal
yet.  Then she looked for Beth and decided it might be Beth's night
off.  That could explain Neal's absence.

It also showed how ridiculous Gabe's claims were.  Neal had simply
become attracted to Dallas at the trial and been a little persistent in
his pursuit, which was probably the way rich men operated.  Now he d
moved on to Beth, and that would be the end of that.  Dallas would find
out from Fred Axton that all the evidence had been presented at the
trial, and Gabe would have to face the fact that Neal was no threat,
had never been one.  Except Gabe would never admit that, and the is sue
would always stand between them, keeping them forever apart.

At a quarter to eight Fred Axton arrived while Dallas was finishing up
a customer.  She tried to hold back a smile when she saw him
approaching the Cutting Pen.  His jeans were cinched up too high at his
waist, and beneath his rolled-up pant legs she glimpsed burgundy wing
tips.  He'd adorned his rugby shirt with a bola tie , and the high,
rounded crown of his hat gave new meaning to the label "ten-gallon."
Nobody would mistake

Fred Axton for a cowboy.

He smiled when he saw her, and she decided it was safe to smile back.
"Please sit down; she said, nodding toward one of the chairs lirung one
wall.  "I'll be through in just a moment."

When her customer left, she sat next to Fred.

"How do I look?"  he asked.

"Uh... different from how you looked at the trial."

"The outfit needs a little work: Fred stretched his legs out in front
of him.  "Bought these jeans about four years ago, never wore them.  I
think I might have picked up the wrong size: He shrugged.  "I'll have
them fixed before I come in here again."  "you've already decided to
come back?"

Fred glanced out the door toward the dance floor, where people three
rows deep were executinga line dance to "Boot-Scootiri Boogie."  "Sure
thing.  I've been meaning to try this place for months."  Dallas's
reservations must have been obvious from her expression because he
jumped to his own defense.  "Hey, I watched "Gunsmoke when I was a kid.
I can pick up on this."

He took off his hat and gazed at it.  "Do you think this is too big?
"

"It's not so much the size as the shape.  Let me try something: Dallas
took the hat over to the sink, turned the water on hot and held it over
the steam while she reshaped the crown with a depression in the middle
and a slant to the sides.  Then she worked a curve into the brim so it
didn't stick out like a Frisbee.  "Try that, she said, returning the
hat to him.

Fred stood and adjusted the hat in the mirror.  "Not bad; he said.  He
swaggered up to the mirror.  "you're dealing from the bottom of the
deck, pardner: His chin jutted.  "Oh, yeah?"  He whipped two imaginary
pistols from invisible holsters and fired them in quick succession Then
he blew smoke from the barrels, turned back to Dallas and flipped the
phantom guns back into place.

Dallas laughed.  During the trial, she had gotten the impression that
he was a dynamic and intelligent man.  Now she also saw that he had a
playful side.  "Oldfashioned justice:"

"Sometimes I long for those days '

"I can see that, Mr.  Axton "

"Fred.  We go by first names out here in the West."  He resumed his
seat and shoved back his hat.  "Now what do you want to know about the
Pamell trial?"

"Whatever you can tell me."  She felt a lump of nervousness rise in her
throat.

He took off his hat and ran his fingers over the new crease in the
crown.  "I hated losing that one.  But the plaintiff really loused up
as far as helping us get a conviction You did your job and I expected
the verdict.  We couldn't do ours ."

Dallas tensed.  "So you really think he was guilty?"

Fred looked at her for a long moment.  "I doxi t just think.  I
know."

A movement by the bar suddenly drew Dallas's attention Neal Parnell was
there, dressed all in black.

GABE HADN'T PAID much attention to the guy in the rolled-up jeans when
he'd entered Dallas's shop until Dallas sat down beside him and began
an earnest conversation The set of her shoulders told him this was no ,
idle chitchat, so he'd left his beer on the counter of the bar and
ambled over in that direction.

Then the guy took off his hat and a chill passed through Gabe.  Fred
Axton.  Celia had pointed him out at the end of the trial, too.  What
in hell was Dallas doing talking to him?  Had Gabe been missing the
connection all along?  Had she somehow influenced the case through the
prosecutor?

He rejected the thought as unworthy even before it was fully formed.
Love was blind, but not that blind.  He wouldn't feel the way he did
about Dallas if she had a rotten core.  He had to believe that or doubt
the entire meaning of his life.

No, she had some legitimate reason for talking to Axton, and the one
that occurred to him built a small fire of hope in his heart.  Maybe
she had begun to doubt that Parnell was innocent, and she was gathering
more information.  He'd considered doing that himself, but had decided
there was no point.  He knew Parnell was guilty.  But he could kick
himself for not thinking to steer Dallas in that direction.  Of course,
she might not have done it if he'd made the suggestion.

He took a long, shaky breath.  If she learned enough to shake her
earlier convictions, would she come to him?  He had to pray that she
would.

HEART THUMPING, Dallas looked away from Neal.  He wasn't facing her
way, and she hoped to hell he hadn't recognized Fred.  But Fred didn't
look much like a prosecutor in his strange outfit.  "I've had other
people tell me they knew for certain Neal was guilty; Dallas said,
gripping the edge of her chair seat.  "But the evidence didn't support
that.  Was there something we didn't see?"

"Something you didn't hear."

Dallas held her breath.

"An enthusiastic detective set up an illegal wiretap, got a
conversation between Parnell and one of his buddies when he bragged
about 'getting the Martinez bitch."  The details fit her description of
the events perfectly"

Dallas let out her breath and her blood pounded in her ears.  "Oh, my
God."  She'd done it.  She'd turned a rapist loose.  She felt sick to
her stomach.

"Hey, don't blame yourself.  We couldn't use that evidence , and
without it our hands were tied.  But if he steps out of line again,
believe me, we're going to nail his ass ."

Fred's words of consolation had no meaning for her.  Celia had been
telling the truth, and she hadn't seen it.  Instead she'd helped
convince the jury not to convict Neal.  She was responsible for a
rapist walking free.  Justice had not been done, and it was her
fault.

She thought of telling Fred about her recent experiences with Neal, but
something held her back.  What had Gabe said?  That he'd rather know
where a rattlesnake was than scare it away and have to wonder where it
would turn up next?

Heart hammering, she allowed her gaze to roam as much of the dance hall
as she could see from her position inside the shop.  Neal had
disappeared.  Then a man in black turned in profile and laughed before
continuing a pinball game.  Neal.  ,

He slammed the side of the pinball machine, laughed again and walked
toward the bar.  Then, as if guided by some unholy sixth sense, he
looked straight across the room toward her.

She got up casually and placed herself in front of Fred, blocking
Neal's view of the man in her shop and Fred's potential view of Neal.
"Well, what you've told me is all very interesting.  But I guess it
doesn't change the fact that Parnell is a free man."

Fred stood.  "I'm afraid not.  I thought of contacting you and other
members of the jury after the trial and telling you what we knew, but I
perceived you all as conscientious people who would beat yourselves up
over this.  Please don't.  These things happen all the time."

"I won't beat myself up over it," Dallas lied, her tone grim.

"I hope not."  Fred pulled his hat low over his eyes.

Dallas noticed with satisfaction that he was much less recognizable
with the brim curvinga little over his face.

"Thanks for coming all the way out here tonight " , Dallas said,
offering her hand.  If he left immediately, Neal might never know he d
been here.

"No problem.  You know, as long as I'm out tonight , maybe I'll have a
beer and try a few of those line dances : '

Dallas fought panic.  "Fred."  She put her hand on his arm.  She had to
lean down a fraction to look into his eyes.  "May I speak honestly?"

"Of course."

"In your profession I'm sure you've learned the importance of first
impressions."

"Hmm."  He glanced toward the dance floor.

"Many of the same people come back here night after night, Fred.  They
11 remember the rolled cuffs and the wing tips long after you've made
the transition to tight jeans and Tony Lamas."

"I suppose you have a point."  He touched the brim of his hat.  "Thank
you kindly, ma am."

"Anytime."

His eyes twinkled.  "Prepare yourself for the return of Fred Axton.
It'll be a sight for sore eyes."

"I'm sure it will."  With a sigh of relief she watched him leave the
dance hall.  From what she could tell, Neal didn't even notice the
short man in the too-large jeans.  But someone else had.  Gabe stood,
leaning slightly on his cue stick, and watched Fred until he pushed
through the heavy oak doors into the night.  Dallas turned away before
Gabe could realize she was looking at him.  She had some heavy thinking
to do, and she wouldn't tip her hand until that thinking was done.

YEARS OF EXPERIINCE allowed Dallas to automatically shampoo and cut
hair for the rest of the evening while she gave most of her attention
to her problem.  Near closing time she took a sealed envelope over to
Dave Fogarty.

"Next time you have a chance, please give this to Gabe; she
instructed.

Dave stroked his silvery beard.  "Now, Dallas.  This ain t junior high
anymore."  "don't I know it.  I realize it looks juvenile, but I have
my reasons why I dontt want to approach him directly.  Trust me, this
isn't what you think."

"Okay, I'll do it.  Mostly because I don't understand why you two split
up all of a sudden, and I'd like to see you work it out."

Dallas had no idea if her plan would have any bearing on her
relationship with Gabe.  But like it or not, she needed his help.  And
she didn't want Neal to know she'd even asked for it.

At closing time she left without acknowledging Gabe at all.  Pepper
spray in hand, she unlocked her truck and climbed behind the wheel. She
drove home, checking her rearview mirror constantly.  No one she
recognized followed her.

Once parked under her dusk to-davrn light, she kept the pepper spray
handy until she was safely inside her trailer with the door locked.
Everything looked in order , but she toured the place, examining locks,
checking closets and reassuring herself that she had her gun loaded and
available in her bedside table drawer.  Then she sat on her couch and
waited, Gretchen at her feet.

To keep panic at bay, she focused on her plan, going over the details
and testing it for flaws.  She was sure there were some, but in general
it was a good plan.  The time dragged, and she clenched her cold hands
in her lap and gazed at the pine paneling, imagining faces in the
swirling knotholes.

A key clicked in the back door lock.

Hands clenched, she turned toward the sound as the door opened and Gabe
stepped into her hallway.  Her breathing quickened.  He'd cooperated at
least this much.

He approached her warily, the key in his hand.  "If you gave me this,
how did you get in?"

"I've always kept a key hidden out in the tack shed, under a saddle
blanket ."

"I wouldn't advise that anymore : '

She held up the second key.  "This is it.  I won't put it back there
again.  Did you drive here through the wash?"

He nodded.

"Where's your truck?"

"I left it in the wash and hiked the rest of the way."

She grimaced.  "That must have been a sacrifice.  I know how cowboys
hate to walk: '

"I managed."

She shouldn't have expected anything but these taciturn responses, but
they knifed through her, nonetheless She waved him toward the rocker.
"Have a seat."

"I'll stand: '

"All right."  She adopted his brusque attitude.  "I'll make this quick.
I have reason to believe that Neal Parnell did rape your sister, as you
said."

His eyes flickered, but other than that he gave nothing away by his
expression.  She'd bet he was one hell of a poker player.

"Because I feel responsible for setting him free, I plan to help put
him in j all, where he belongs ."

Gabe hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and waited.

"I remember all the details from the trial, and my guess is he's more
comfortable attacking someone in a deserted parking lot than breaking
into their home, not that he wouldn't do that, if all else fails.  But
if I guide him to the parking lot, he'll try to rape me there, I think
: '

Gabes stoicism vanished and his face contorted.  "You'll whatY'

Her heart hammered and breathing became difficult , but she continued.
"I'm going to lure Neal into the parking lot.  I'll spread some story
around Rowdy Ranch that I'm staying late to do inventory."  She
chuckled without mirth.  "It could be the truth.  I am behind on that
little chore, thanks to all that's happened"

His fists clenched at his sides.  "Forget it."

She gazed into his dark eyes that burned with anger.  "That's just it,
Gabe.  I can't forget it.  i can't forget the trial, or Celia s
testimony, or Neal's part in traumatizing her.  I'm going to make it
right by catching him in the act ."

"No : '

Her shoulders slumped.  "I had hoped you'd help me.

You and your two bounty-hunter friends."

He took a step forward.  "If you think for one minute that I'd allow
you to put yourself in-"

"Allow?"  His use of the word propelled her from the sofa to brace
herself in front of him.  "How dare you imply you control me?  You have
nothing to say about it."

"The hell I don't: He grabbed her and hauled her against his chest.  "I
won't let you be the bait for that bastard:'

The rich scent of him filled her nostrils.  Amber was right.  She d
know this man with her eyes closed.  She longed to tangle her fingers
in his hair, crush his lips to hers, but she struggled to put distance
between them.  As much as she wanted him, she wouldn't ever be dictated
to.

He held her fast.  "Listen to me, Dallas.  Please: '

"I'm doing this: She shoved hard at his chest.  "With you or without
you.  "

"You're crazy!"  he gasped, holding her with effort.  "Now be still and
"

"Never: She was panting, but she met his gaze straight on.  "I'll never
be still.  I'll fight until the day I die to be my own person and make
my own decisions.

Got that, Escalante?  Now let me go before I kick you in a very
uncomfortable spot."

Slowly his arms came to his sides.  He spoke through clenched teeth.
"I've never met a woman like you."

She lifted her chin.  "Then it's about time: '

He continued to stare at her.  When she stared back, he glanced away
and rubbed the back of his neck.  "You want to lure him into the
parking lot?"

She sensed the tide might be changing in her favor.

:'

"Then what?"

"You'll be there.  I checked tonight, and there's a Dumpster that would
keep you hidden.  I'll get him talking.  You'll be the witness I need
to show what his intentions are.

Gabe shook his head.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Everything.  He might grab you before you get to me.  He might somehow
grab you inside the building."

"I thought of that.  Station one of your friends inside Neal doesn't
know what they look like.  You won't even be there that niqht, but your
friend will.  At closing time your friend can hide somewhere-inside a
rest room stall or something-and be available if I need him.  But I
think Neal will try to get me outside, where he has a clear escape
route."

He groaned.  "You really think this is possible, don't you?  You have
no experience with criminals.  You don't "

"And what's the alternative?  Do you enjoy hanging around this guy,
waiting for him to make a false move?  Do you want him to have that
kind of power to keep your life on hold?"

"I won't put your safety on the line!"

"But I will, she said quietly.  "And you're either in or you're out :
'

"If I say no, who would you get?"

She had no clue, but she didn't want him to know that.  "I know some
guys.  I'm sure they'd help."

"Amateurs," he retorted.

She could feel him weakening.  "Well?"

His sigh seemed torn from the depths of his chest.  "Damn you,
Dallas"

"Help me do this, Gabe: '

His gaze was tortured.  "I'd as soon be in hell: '

"If you won't help me, that's where I'd wish you."

With a cry he turned away from her.  After many long minutes he turned
back, resignation and frustration obvious in the set line of his mouth.
"I'd want both guys on this.  One inside with you, another near the
door where you'd come out, in case he grabs you there and tries to
force you into his car or something: '

"Fine, three of you, then.  Four of us, counting me.  We can do this,
Gabe.  We can hang this guy."

He stood, silent and brooding, in front of her.  "How far am I supposed
to let him go?"  he asked quietly.

As GAsE wnI'rED for her answer, images assaulted him-of Parnell tearing
at her clothes, of him putting his filthy hands on her skin and his
insolent mouth on her lips.  He closed his eyes as if to block out the
ugly pictures.  "How far, Dallas?"

"I... hadn't thought that out yet."

"I think you'd better consider that angle."  He knew from the way her
glance shifted that he'd hit a nerve.

Then her gaze swung back to him, the gray depths cold as slate.  "Far
enough that he thinks he's going to get away with it and starts saying
things that will incriminate him."  She lifted her chin.  "I realize it
will be... unpleasant, but I'll survive.  When I think he's gone far
enough, I'll shout a code word or something."

He felt the sharp pain originate in his heart and spread outward to his
arms and fingers.  The pain engulfed his stomach and plunged dowm his
legs as his body rebelled at what she was saying.  "And I'm supposed to
watch him paw and insult you?  What are you asking of me, Dallas?"

"I'm asking you to help me catch the man who raped your sister.

Something loosened in his chest, and the outpouring of anguish left him
dazed.  How he loved this woman!  This stubborn, courageous, foolhardy
woman He stepped forward, his movements restrained, and touched her
cheek.  "All right, he said quietly.

She gazed up at him in wonder, then reached to brush her thumb across
the corner of his eye.  Only then did he realize his eyes were damp.
"you've asked me to willingly risk what is most precious to me," he
said, his voice shaking.  "don't ever doubt the depth of that
sacrifice."  Then he swept her up in his arms, her warmth against his
chest reassuring him, soothing his pain, as he carried her to the
bedroom He gazed into her eyes and saw mirrored there the same fierce
agony that suffused him.

He closed the door, locking out the dog, and laid her on the bed.  He
undressed her slowly, carefully, as if she were a hologram that might
dissolve if he moved too fast.  With his own clothes he took less time,
all the while holding her gaze with his.

When he finally lay next to her, she turned her face to him, like a
flower moving toward the light.

"I love you," he murmured, brushing his knuckles across the pulse point
at her throat.  "But I didn't know until now how much.  It seems I will
do anything for you.  Anything."

She didn't answer, and he was glad.  A confession such as he had made
required no answer.  He'd humbled himself completely before her, and he
hoped to God she would not take advantage of his vulnerability The
amount of trust he'd placed in her, through no conscious decision of
his own, staggered him.

He leaned toward her, his hand cupping her cheek.  "But now I need...
this..."

Her lips parted in invitation.

"Dear Lord, he whispered, accepting the invitation

He treasured everything-the sweet waft of breath as his mouth neared
hers, the texture of her full lips, the supple movement of her tongue.
With a touch light as a butterfly's wing he outlined the summit of each
breast, the curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist to the swell of her
hips.  How smooth her thighs, how fragile the backs of her knees.  He
cherished her delicate ankles , which he circled with thumb and
forefinger, and the graceful arch of each foot.

Ripples of awareness marked the passage of his touch, as a wheat field
reveals the passage of the wind.  She grew warm and trembly beneath his
hand, and when at last he brushed across the cleft of her womanhood ,
he found her wet with desire.

He sheathed himself and moved over her, capturing her gaze as he slid
slowly inside, gentle as a man initiatinga virgin.  He knew the
wildness in her, knew she could match the wildness in him.  But tonight
there would be no ferocity in his touch, no desperation in his kiss. He
moved unernngly forward until he rested securely within the cradle of
her hips, her arms clasped around him.  They paused, cocooned in each
other, breath matching breath, heartbeat matching heartbeat

His subtle rhythm was nearly imperceptible, yet she responded as he
knew she would, from the depths that he touched with such soft
insistence.  Burgeoning desire rose within her, closing him securely
inside her.  He loved her the way driving rain penetrates rich dark
earth, and she began to swell with promise.  There was no sharp moment
of release, only a deep thrumming that gathered speed until waves of
passion washed endlessly through their locked bodies.  When he could
hold back no longer, his essence rushed forth in a torrent , joining
with her, binding them together in silent testimony-a covenant forged
between souls.

THEY DECIDED THAT GABE wouldn't appear inside Rowdy Ranch again and
that no one should know of the plan except Gabe's two friends, Jasper
and Diego.

That next evening duringa break Dallas announced to Amber that the
following night she'd stay late to take inventory.

Amber stopped repair inga nail she'd broken earlier.  "Want me to stay
and help?"  Her offer lacked enthusiasm

"No, thanks.  You and Vince have plans.  I can handle it: '

Amber put down the emery board.  "Wait a minute.  I wasn't thinking
straight.  This isn't a good time for you to be here alone after
closing.  I am staying: "don't be silly.  Neal Parnell ha sri t
bothered me in quite a while.  See him out there having a good time
with Beth?"  The sight of Neal made Dallas's skin crawl, but she forced
herself to seem nonchalant.

"I don't care.  With Gabe out of the picture, I doxi t feel right
about-"

"I woxi t be alone.  Irving Skinner told me he's staying to take
inventory, too Dallas hated to lie to her friend, but Amber would throw
up a million roadblocks if Dallas told her the truth.

"And you'll leave when Irving leaves?"

Dallas held up her hand.  "I promise."

"Okay, then."

One down and one to go, Dallas thought, noticing that Neal had stopped
at the bar for another beer.  "I'm parched; she said.  "Would you watch
the shop while I get a soda from the bar?"

"Sure,"

Dallas chose a spot halfway down the bar from where Neal sat.  He
didn't look at her.  What ifhe really has lost interest?  she tqought,
and was ashamed of the feeling of relief that surged through her at the
possibility

Neal wouldn't attack her, after all.  But if she didn't send him to
prison, he would rape someone else.  She caught the attention of Tom,
the bartender on duty.

"How's it going, Dallas?"  he asked as he squirted soda from a nozzle
into an ice-cube-filled glass.

"I'm so behind," she said in a wail that she figured would carry down
the length of the bar to Neal.  "Looks like I'll have to stay after
closing tomorrow night to take inventory.  "

Tom handed her the fizzing glass.  "Bummer."

"Isxi t it?"  She started to turn away.

"Say, Dallas, what's the story on that guy, the one who always wears
the flannel shirts?  First you throw him out of your shop, then you act
like you're going together , and now he's vanished."

He couldn't have fed her better lines if she'd handed him a script.  "I
should have followed my first instincts with that man, Tom.  Let's just
say it didn't work out.

He's history."

Tom shook his head.  "Dating's tough in the nineties is all I have to
say."

"No kidding."  With a wave of her hand, Dallas returned to the shop
with her drink.  Unless Neal was hard-of-hearing, she'd just baited the
trap.

WHFN SHE CAME HOME that night, Gabe was waiting.  Their lovemaking was
fervent and prolonged.  They didn't speak of the next night's
activities until early morning, just before Gabe returned to his truck
hidden in the nearby wash.

"Forget this code-word business," Gabe said, holding her tight as they
stood by her back door in semidarkness'I'll break things up when I
think they've gone far enough: "don't step in too soon: '

He didn't answer but his kiss was punishing, and he left without
another word:

Dallas kept busy all day with chores.  When she finally cleaned up and
dressed for work late in the afternoon , her fingers shook as she
fastened her bra and drew on her panties.  Was she insane?  Then she
thought of Celia's testimony on the stand.  At the time it had seemed
too calm and rehearsed to be real.  But it had been real.  Celia had
suffered through those things.  And so would others, if Neal wasn't
stopped now.  She had a chance to stop him.

A light rain fell as she drove to work.  Ordinarily she'd park near the
door on nights like this, but instead she chose a spot near the
Dumpster.  Plenty of daylight remained as she got out of the truck and
locked it.  But it didn't take much imagination to picture the parking
lot as she knew it to be at night, with pockets of darkness beside
parked vehicles and in corners where the overhead lights didn't reach.
She hurried toward the building with the cowardly thought that maybe
Neal wouldn't come in tonight.

But he did.  He'd dressed all in black again, and she shivered as she
contemplated why.

Diego had volunteered to be the inside man.  Dallas had never met him,
but when he walked in she recognized him immediately from Gabes
description stocky , with a short dark beard and curly hair under a
battered western hat.  Lacking the comfort of Gabe's presence, Dallas
kept her eye on Diego as a welcome port in a stormy sea.  She noticed
that he drank only soda during the evening.

"You okay?"  Amber asked her about ten, when she'd dropped a pair of
scissors twice in five minutes.

"Too much coffee today, Dallas said.  "I really have to cut back on my
caffeine."

"If you're nervous about staying here after closing, I'll call Vince.
We can all work on that damned inventory"

"I wouldn't dream of it."  She'd tried to avoid looking at Neal
tonight, but he always seemed to be hovering in her field of vision,
although he'd never acknowledged her.  He moved like a panther through
the dance hall, making her constantly aware of his menacing presence.
She was jumpy, and if Amber had picked up on her nervousness, Neal
might.  She'd have to be more careful.  "The inventory's no big deal,"
she said.

"Well, I feel guilty, leaving you here, even if Irving Skinner is
sticking around Amber said.

"It's really no problem.  I-my God."

"What?"

Dallas stared at the man sauntering toward her, a man with the power to
ruin everything.

If circumstances had been different, he would have been, as he d
promised, a sight for sore eyes.  A boldly patterned western shirt
accentuated the breadth of his shoulders, and stone-washed jeans
displayed wellmuscled thighs and buttocks.  Black lizard-skin boots
added at least two inches to his height.  His hat had been
professionally blocked, and a tooled leather belt encircled his hips.
Fred Axton had transformed himself into a cowboy.

Amber followed the direction of Dallas's gaze.  "Cute , but too short
for you.  And falling for somebody on the rebound is never a good idea,
Dallas.  Put your eyes back in your head."

Dallas tried to gather her thoughts.  "That's not why I'm staring.  You
should have seen him a couple of days ago.  I'm amazed at the
transformation: And petrified that Neal will notice him and suspect
something.

"What'd he look like?"

"Not like that: Dallas couldn't see a way out of talking with Fred.  He
still didn't look much like the chief prosecutor for Pima County. Maybe
she was worried for nothing.  "You couldn't tell the guy had shoulders
, or buns, either, for that matter."

"Well, you can now.  Like I said, a couple of inches taller and I'd
want to know his name."

"Well, I'll introduce you, anyway."  Dallas smiled as Fred walked
through the door of the shop.  "I'm impressed ; she said.

"I'm a quick study," Fred replied, his glance slipping toward Amber.

"Fred, this is my associate, Amber Dalton."

Fred extended his hand and gave Amber the direct gaze that Dallas had
observed mesmerizing more than one female juror during the trial.
Dallas watched with amusement as Fred's intensity brought a pleased
flush to Amber's cheeks.  Short or not, Fred might be about , to give
the unimaginative Vince a run for his money.

"Fred Axton was the prosecutor for the trial, Dallas continued as the
handshake lasted a little longer than polite intercourse required.

"A lawyer, are you?"  Amber asked.

"An urban cowboy; Fred responded.  "Thanks to Dallas.  She's my
wardrobe consultant."

"She did a good job."

"Thanks."  Fred took off his hat and tossed it on the rack.  "But I
think I need a finishing touch.  How about trimming my hair, Amber?"

"LJm, sure: Amber glanced at Dallas, who gave her a covert thumbs-up as
Fred settled into the chair.  Dallas had never been crazy about Vince,
Amber's current boyfriend, and she couldn't think of a better matchup
than Amber and Fred.  They both were intelligent, principled people
with a sense of humor.  So what if Fred was an inch shorter than Amber?
It wouldn't matter once they were prone.

Still, the niggling worry that Neal would recognize

Fred plagued her.  She searched the dance hall and found

Neal in a far corner, leaning with both arms braced against the wall,
imprison inga laughing Beth, who carried a tray of drinks.  He seemed
to have no interest in what was happening in the Cutting Pen.  Rowdy
Ranch was a huge place, after all.  There were easily two hundred
people within its confines tonight.  No doubt she was imagining
problems where there were none.  Yet she'd be glad when Fred's hat was
back on his head.

After receivinga very thorough shampoo and hairstyling from Amber, Fred
walked over to the bar.  Dallas didn't worry too much about it until
she remembered Diego.  She turned with a sense of foreboding , and sure
enough, Fred had recognized Diego as a bail-enforcement officer.

Dallas watched helplessly as Diego made an excuse to get away from
Fred, but it was too late.  Dallas could tell the moment Neal
recognized the prosecutor by the sudden stiffening of his posture and
the abrupt end of his laughter.  She turned away, heart racing, and
tried to concentrate on the haircut she was giving.  So what if Neal
had recognized Fred?  People from all over Tucson came to this place.
But her plan no longer seemed so foolproof, and her palms grew slick
with perspiration

"I like your Fred Axton; Amber said after the customer left.

"Do you now?"  Dallas seized the distraction like a lifeline.
"Personally, I think he's a little short."

Amber threw a towel at her, and she ducked.

"Did you give him your number?"  she asked.

"No.  That wouldn't be fair to Vince."

"Oh: Dallas allowed her disappointment to show.

"But he gave me his ."

"Oh!  Good!"

Amber laughed.  "just in case.  don't get too Excited.  I told him I
was going with someone."

"I see."  Dallas smiled.  "The conversation got that specific, then?"

"Let's face it.  Vince has proposed about twenty times , and I always
find some excuse to stall him.  Should tell me something, shouldn't
it?"

"I would say so ."  ,

Amber walked over to pick up the towel shed thrown.  "Funny how some
people just click."

"Yeah."

Amber straightened, the towel in one hand, and looked directly at
Dallas.  "For example, I can't forget the picture of you and Gabe
kissing over there by the pool tables.  I don't care what you say.  He
s the right one.  Maybe he went a little crazy when somebody raped his
sister.  What brother worth anything wouldn't?  Cut him some slack."
She peered at Dallas.  "God, you have a peculiar look on your face.
Are you sure you're okay?"

Dallas put a hand over her roiling stomach.  She didn't need to talk
about Celia's rape right now.  "Must be something I ate."

"Go home after work, then.  Forget the inventory "

"No ."  Dallas's voice sounded faint even to her own ears.  She cleared
her throat and spoke more forcefully.  "I'll feel better when it's done
: '

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're stubborn?"

"Yes; Dallas said, and glanced for the hundredth time at the clock.

GABE WIsHED that he smoked.  He needed something to pass the time as he
and Jasper sat in his truck parked a block from Rowdy Ranch.  Jasper
wasn't much of a convesationalist.  As they sat silently in the chilled
cab, Gabe fooled with his watchband, snapping it repeatedly

"Damn, but you're making me nervous; Jasper said.  "And I don't get
nervous ."

Gabe stopped snapping the band.  "Sorry."  Jasper's calm temperament
was one of his most endearing characteristics.  An ex-wrestler, he had
the kind of body that required custom clothes.  When people saw jasper,
they instinctively drew back, until he smiled his gap toothed smile and
gave them a cheerful greeting.

Jasper liked everybody, unless he learned they'd run afoul of the law.
Then he perceived it as his mission to bring them to justice.  He
accomplished this without rancor, but his brutal efficiency was
legendary among bounty hunters.  Gabe hadn't sent him inside Rowdy

Ranch because he might have been recognized.  And even if he hadn't,
Jasper never went unnoticed for long.

"We should be able to take our positions in about fifteen minutes; Gabe
said.  "Remember, if he comes out with her, don't even take time for
the radio.  just get him, as long as you can do it without Dallas being
hurt."

"Right.  And if he comes out alone, I'll follow him and hide next to
the electrical box ."  Jasper hit his fist into the palm of his hand.
"We're gonna nail this sleazoid."

"Yeah."  Gabe decided he couldn't sit there any longer.  He opened his
door and glanced over at jasper.  "I think we're close enough to the
time.  Ready?"

Jasper nodded.

"Then let's go ."

VnqrCs nqVED to pick up Amber as Rowdy Ranch began to empty out.
Fortunately Irving Skinner hadn't left, which gave support to Dallas's
story that Irving was also staying late to take inventory.

While Amber finished cleaning up her station, Vince held Dallas captive
with a long-winded story about his latest softball triumph.  When Amber
left with Vince, she glanced over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.
Dallas smiled, figuring she might not have to listen to many more of
Vince's stories.  Even if Fred told stories, they'd at least be more
interesting than anything Vince could dish out.

One by one the shop owners pulled the black accordion doors across the
front of their shops.

"Inventory, huh?"  Shirley Jorgenson from the T shirt shop commented as
she walked by on her way out the door.

"Afraidso; Dallas said, looking official with a clipboard in one
hand.

"Got mine done last week, thank God: '

"Lucky you."  Dallas watched Shirley walk out the door accompanied by
Frank, one of the bouncers.  Shirley didn't like mace or pepper spray,
claiming they always detonated in the heat that built up in the
interior of her car on warm Arizona days.  So she opted for an escort.
Somethings terribly wrong when women can't walk alone at night without
fear Dallas thought.  She took a deep breath.  Tonight she'd do her
part to combat the terrorism that had become the norm.

Only a few dancers remained on the floor.  Diego had left his position
by the bar, but Dallas had expected that.  According to the plan, Diego
would now be standing on a toilet seat in the mens rest room , crouched
low so no one could detect his presence.  Dallas hadn't seen Neal
recently, either, although Beth was still around.  Was Neal in the
parking lot, deep in the shadows, waiting?  Fear tightened in her chest
and quickened her heartbeat.  She swallowed and took several deep
breaths.

Eventually the deejay played the final song of the night, and the last
few stragglers left.  The gel lights and neon were extinguished in
favor of clear overhead lights that dispelled much of the magic that
drew Rowdy Ranch customers.  In the overhead glare Dallas noticed worn
spots on the dance floor and stains on the carpet.  The sound of vacuum
cleaners replaced the seductive country-western music, and the wait
staff scurried back and forth with clean glassware and fresh stacks of
napkins

At last one of the managers wandered over to Dallas 's shop.  "We're
ready to take off," he said.  "You know which door to use when you go
out : '

"Right."  The double doors in front and the delivery doors on the side
were fitted with security bolts and the managers had the only key.
Dallas could go out a back door, which would automatically lock behind
her.

"just throw on the alarm system when you leave, the manager said.

"Sure thing."  Cool sweat trickled down her backbone' See you tomorrow
night: Tomorrow night seemed aeons away, a safe time when everything
would be over.  She wanted it to be tomorrow night..  now.  The manager
and the last of the wait staff walked out the back door.

She was alone.  Except for Diego.  Maybe she should go find him and
tell him the coast was clear.

She walked toward the rest rooms, where one door depicted a pendulous
cow and the other picture, pendulous in a different fashion, depicted a
bull.  She'd always resented those pictures, she thought as she headed
toward the bull.  Men might preen at being compared to a well-hung
bull, but no woman she knerv appreciated being compared to a cow.

As she lifted her hand to push open the door, the dance hall was
plunged into darkness.

She whirled, her heart racing.  Had there been a power failure?  What a
damned rotten time for it!

But there had been no power failure.  A single slash of purple neon
flickered on, bathing the hall in a dim, otherworldly glow.  Dallas
strained to pick out a movement in the deep shadows but could see no
one.

Then the sound system began to play, and George Shait's voice filled
the hall.  Dallas's mouth went dry and she stopped breathing.  The song
was "When Did You Stop Loving Me?"

"Diego!"  she screamed, pushing open the door.

"Forget Diego;' said a microphone-assisted voice over the music.

With a strangled sob, she dashed for the only door that would open, but
a black figure, crouched and ready to spring, blocked her escape. "Just
try it; he whispered.  "I like it when they fight."

She backed away from him and tried to unfreeze her brain.  She had to
figure this out.  Had to be smarter than he was.  She quickly
calculated her position.  To her left were the rest rooms, to the right
the dance floor.  Directly behind her, maybe ten yards away, was one of
the bars.

If she talked, she might distract him enough to take defensive action.
"You knew," she choked out.

"That you'd stopped loving me?"  he drawled, mimicking the song.  "I've
suspected for a while."  He moved toward hex as she inched away.  He
seemed in no hurry.  "The idea of a trap crossed my mind when you so
conveniently announced you'd stay late.  But seeing that bastard Axton
was the final clue.  I'd been trying to place the guy with a beard, and
when Axton talked to him I remembered the face.  Saw him a couple of
times the past few days, thought it was coincidence.  But it wasrit
coincidence, was it, Dallas?  Your boyfriend hired him to follow me,
didn't he?"

As the George Strait number ended, her hands closed on the back of a
chair.  Using the same motion as ropinga calf, she hurled the chair at
him.

He dodged the chair and laughed as it thudded harmlessly on the carpet
behind him.  "I knew this would be fun."

A new song began, a move suggestive one.  Let's get together for that
old bump and grind, sang a new country star.

"Diego!"  Dallas screamed again as she eased toward the bar.

You're just the sort of girl to make me lose my mind.

Neal stalked her, the left side of his face outlined in violet, the
right thrown into shadow.  The silver buttons on his black shirt
gleamed dully in the ghostly light.  His dark western hat shaded his
eyes, those pale eyes she'd once thought babyish.  "Your bearded friend
won't be coming; he said.

She stared at the movement of his full lips, heavy with carnality.  Her
stomach heaved.  "You killed him."

"No.  I'm not a kill ex Dallas.  Sweet Dallas.  Haughty Dallas : '

"Then where is he?"

"Passed out in the bathroom: His teeth gleamed carnivorous and sharp in
the neon glow.  "Lucky for me I keep a few drugs in the car.  Never
know when they'll come in handy.  When I told Beth the guy would be
laying for me torught, she agreed to slip something into his drink. You
see, Beth will do about anything for me: '

And so, sweet darling; If you're inclined to be kind... Dallas felt the
padded edge of the bar against her back.  "If she knew what you are,
she wouldn't ."

We'll get together for that old bump and grind.

Neal sneered and stepped closer.  "It was that puny little prosecutor
who turned you around, wasn't it?  You used to like me.  I know you
did.  But he told you I was guilty, and you believed that runt instead
of me: '

"You raped Celia, didn't you?"

Bump, bump, bump and grind.

"Such an ugly word, rape."  His voice reminded her of oil dripping.
"What happened between Celia and me wasn't like that at all.  She liked
it.  She told me so."

"Because you threatened to kill her if she didn't say what you wanted?"
Praying that the shadows hid her movements, she slipped one hand behind
her, groping until her fingers closed around the neck of a bottle.

"Ah, Dallas, we say lots of things in the throes of passion, don't we?
I'm sure you've said violent things to that stud of yours-what's his
name?  Gabe?"

She'd have to smash the bottle against the counter hard enough to break
it.  Then, with luck, she'd have a weapon.  "Never mind what his name
is."

"Is he waiting outside the building?  I found a radio on his bearded hi
end

Dallas had a moment of hope.  If the radio was still in the bathroom,
she might be able to reach it.

"I had to smash the radio; he said, as if reading her thoughts.
"Although I doubt your hero could get in here, anyway.  The bolted
doors would be impossible, and the back door locks horn the inside
unless you have a key.  I don't suppose he has one?"

Come on, baby, its time to lose our minds.

She clenched her teeth together.  Gabe had no key.  The managers had
jealously guarded the possession of keys after several cases of liquor
had been stolen one night.  "I gave him a key; she said.

"I don't think so.  Beth explained to me about the key situation when I
mentioned it might be fun to sneak in here and have sex in the middle
of the dance floor.  She liked the fantasy.  We couldn't decide whether
to do it in neon light or the revolving ball.  I think I prefer the
neon, don't you?"  He glanced once toward the purple slash on the
opposite wall.

She q'abbed the brief moment to whip the bottle out and crack it
against the counter.  Bourbon splashed over her.  The sudden stench of
alcohol made her gag, but the bottle neck held together.  She pointed
the jagged glass at him.

"Oh, my."  He reached down, keeping his gaze on her, and pulled
something horn his boot.  When he crouched lower and began circling
toward her, the violet light flickered across a long blade.  "Ever had
experience in krufe fighting, sweet thing?"

A new song came on the sound system.  Hysterical laughter bubbled in
Dallas's throat as she imitated Neal's stance.  And I'm going crazy, no
matter how cool Iseem, crooned the familiar song.  She'd never been in
a knife fight in her life.  But if she expected to disable him, she had
to get close enough to cut him with the bottle.  "Causeshe is the
answer to this cowboy's dream.

She watched his knife hand weave a pattern in the air, and she gripped
the neck of the bottle as he closed in.

She would aim for the stomach in one long motion, follow through like
send inga cue stick into the white ball.  One lunge and back out, away
horn that weaving krufe.  The music created an eerie tempo as he
maneuvered closer, almost stepping in time.

"Care to dance?"  he whispered.

With a yell she leaped forward.  He caught her wrist when it was only
halfway to its target.  His fingers bit into her flesh.  His face came
within inches of hers.  He raised the knife.

GAse sCArrtqrED the damp parking lot again.  The rain had stopped,
leaving the asphalt slick and shining in the overhead mercury lights.
Nearby creosote bushes gave off the acrid scent of the desert after a
rain.  Nothing moved.  He was almost sure Parnell wasn't out there.  He
flicked on the radio and spoke softly to Jasper.  "No sign of him?"

"Nothiri, Gabe.  Either the guy left early or-"

"I don't like it.  I'm signaling Diego."

"Just a minute, Gabe.  I know you're antsy, but I'm not sure everybody
else is outta there.  If some manager's still around and a radio goes
off... Diego would have a tough time explaining why he was hiding in
the men's rest room."

Gabe had to trust his gut.  "Then we'll go in and help him explain. I'm
calling him."  He punched in the code and waited.  When nothing
happened, he felt as if somebody had threaded an ice pick up his spine.
He punched the number again.  Then he punched in Jasper's code.  "lEie
s not answering."

"Maybe he s-"

"We're going in."

"How are we going in?  I may be strong, Gabe, but I can't break through
any of those doors, and neither can you.  "

"Stay there.  I'm getting the truck."  He cut Jasper off in the middle
of his startled oath of surprise and sprinted down a back alley,
slipping twice in mud but regairung his balance each time.  Along the
way he tossed the radio in the bushes.  The damn thing was no good.  No
good!

Wrenching open the door he leaped into the truck, the key already
positioned for the ignition.  He cranked once and the engine stayed
silent, as if knowing the sacrifice he was about to ask.  Cold sweat
bathed his armpits.  He cranked again, and the engine started.
Throwing the truck into gear he roared down the Street He thought of
all the times he'd pushed open the oak doors that led into Rowdy
Ranch.

Thick suckers.  Driving one-handed, he fastened his seat belt.

"DROP THE BOTTLE, sweet thing: '

Dallas watched in horrified fascination as the knife blade descended
slowly toward her throat.

"Drop it."  He squeezed harder, cutting off the circulation to her
fingers.

She felt the bottle slipping from her grasp, tried to keep her grip and
failed.  "Cause she is the answer to this cowboy's dream.

The bottle shattered on the floor.

"Good girl.  I doxi t want to cut you.  You'll be so much more fun
alive than dead: '

The reminder of his ultimate intention snapped her from her hypnotized
state.  Puttingall her weight into it, she whacked her knee into his
crotch.

An ugly expletive wheezed out of him as he released her and doubled
over.  Her shop was closer than the door to the outside.  She could
lock herself in.  And there were scissors, and solutions to throw in
his face.  She ran across the polished dance floor as the finale to

"A

Cowboy's Dream crescendoed around her.  She'd nearly reached the other
side of the floor when he tack led her from behind.  She went down and
felt a sharp pain ram from her wrist up the length of her arm.

"That wasn't nice, he panted, rolling her over as she struggled to
regain her wind.  His hat was gone, his eyes wild, his hair disheveled
and backlit in purple.

This was the Neal that Celia Martinez had seen, she thought.  If the
jury had seen the transformation in Neal's baby face, even for a brief
moment, they would never have acquitted him.

"Now it'll only go worse for you; he rasped.  ,

The music changed again.  This time, she recognized the song she d
waltzed to with Gabe.  Neal must have watched them constantly, and the
memory of that song had been burned into his fevered brain.

She fought him, despite the excruciating pain in her wrist.  She scored
one scratch to his cheek as he struggled to get her blouse open.  He no
longer had the knife, but he was strong, far stronger than she.  His
breath reeked of beer and he stank of sick desire.  The more she
struggled, the brighter grew the light in his eyes.

"Is this what you need to get excited?"  she taunted , trying to kick
him as he pinned her legs with one thigh.  "I'll bet you don't even
know what normal sex is ."

The waltz soared through the empty hall as if seeking out dancers.

"Shut up."  He held her wrists so tight she bit her lip to keep from
crying out at the pain.  He wanted her cries, and she wouldn't give
them.

"I'll bet you can't even do it with Beth, can you?"  she choked out.
"you're impotent with her, aren't you?"

"Shut up, bitch!"  He tightened his hold on her.

Mute with the pain from her bad wrist, she stared at him through
swimming eyes.

"That's more like it.  Now I'll kiss you and make everything better:
'

When his revolting lips descended toward hers, she spat in his face.

He looked up, her spit running down one cheek.  She had never seen
anyone look like that.  His pupils seemed to be twin black holes
leading to a bottomless pit, or the depths of hell.  He circled her
throat with one hand, his thumb pressing against her windpipe.  Slowly,
his jaw clenching with the effort, he squeezed.  She tried to free
herself, but she was weakening.  The room began to spin and grow
darker.  The waltz faded slowly away.  A rumbling noise sounded in the
distance, or was it her own blood churning through her veins?

There was an explosion.  Perhaps death came like that, a rending and
tearing from this physical world.  She would have imagined death would
be quieter.  Then she blacked out.

THE nvIP ACr ]AtqnqED the engine block back, but not far enough to
crush Gabe's legs.  The seat belt held, but his arms felt as if he'd
been operatinga jackhammer.  Through a fog of steam coming from his
ruptured radiator , the doors to Rowdy Ranch looked like bomb damage he
d seen in the Middle East.  But there was an opening big enough to fit
through.  And although it didn't make sense, he could hear music.

He fumbled for the door latch, which seemed to be missing.  Finally he
put his shoulder to the door and shoved until it gave.  When he leaped
out, Jasper was standing there like a stone monument to perpehxal
amazement, his mouth open, his eyes wide.

"We're in; Gabe said, and headed for the opening.

Jagged pieces of wood ripped at his clothes and scratched his skin as
he shoved his body through the opening, but he didn't feel any pain.
Once inside, he had to take a moment to adjust his eyes to the weird
purple light.  Then he saw her, lying across the edge of the dance
floor.  He felt dizzy.

"There he goes!"  Jasper shouted, and sprinted after , a figure in
black heading toward the back door.

Gabe barely paid them any attention.  He walked unsteadily toward the
crumpled woman and dropped to one knee beside her.  "Dallas?"  He
forced himself to put his hand to the side of her neck.  When her pulse
beat softly against his fingers, he wept and gathered her into his
arms.

Slowly she roused as his hot tears fell on her face.  "Gabe?"

He couldn't speak.  With trembling hands he smoothed her hair back from
her face.

"Did you get him?"  she whispered.

"I don't know."

She frowned.  "Where is he?"  Her voice was raspy and bruises were
appearing on her throat.  He must have tried to choke her.

"I don't know."

"You have to get him."  ,

"Or all this is for nothing."  She grabbed his shirt in surprisingly
strong fingers.  "Gabel"

She was right.  Slowly he lowered her to the floor again and stood.
Over by the exit door he could hear the fight.  He started in that
direction, to help Jasper.

Except Parnell must have wriggled free of Jasper, because a figure
dressed in black was suddenly coming at Gabe, obviously headed for the
opening in the oak doors.  But he couldn't get there without passing by
Dallas.  And Gabe could never let him get near Dallas again.  An un
human cry rose to his lips as he launched himself at Parnell.

The man would be easy to kill, he thought as his knuckles connected
with Parnell's gut and the air whooshed out of him.  Pamell went down
and Gabe dragged him back up, planning to finish the job.  It would be
easy to do.

"Gabe, no!"

Her voice reached him from a great distance.  Hadn't she just told him
to get Pamell?  Hadn't she given him permission to wipe him from the
face of the earth?  With the next blow, Pamell's jaw gave way with a
satisfying crunch and he went down like a rag doll.

"Gabe, don't become an animal!  Please God, don't become like him."

She was crying now.  He paused to listen, confused.

Jasper came up and gazed down at Pamell.  "I'd kill him.  don't give
another jury a chance to let him off " , he said in a perfectly even
tone of voice.  "Self-defense.  I'm your witness."

Gabe turned back toward Dallas, and the red haze of his blood lust
drifted slowly away.  With uncompromising clarity he took in the look
of horror on her face, a look that told him all he needed to know.  She
d seen

, '

the savage in him, seen it reflected in one of his closest friends.
Then he glanced at Jasper.  "Better call the police ; he said.

"Think about your sister, man; jasper pleaded.  "You know the deal. The
guy's got money.  He'll appeal for years.  He'll get paroled.  He 11
probably study law in prison, if he even goes there, and find a way to
sue for mistreatment : '

Gabe sighed.  "Call the police, Jasper.  And the paramedics , while
you're at it: ,

"So, DALLAs, what's your current thinking about Gabe?"  Amber asked.
"Do you miss him?"

Mounted on Sugar, Dallas rode ahead of Amber and Spice through a quiet
canyon in the Tucson Mountains It was the first week in April, a month
after the rughtmarish incident at Rowdy Ranch, and March rains had
scattered purple lupine and gold daisies over the desert floor.

"I thought we'd agreed not to bring up the subject of Gabe; Dallas
said.

"You agreed.  I didn't."

Dallas sighed.  "Gabe is a leaving kind of man, Dallas said.  "End of
discussion."

"I don't believe that.  Something more is going on."

"I'll tell you what's going on."  Dallas guided Sugar around an
outcropping of granite.  "I ceased to be interesting once he caught the
bad guy.  Now he's off in Bolivia, getting his kicks chasing another
criminal.  I was important for the run of the show.  Now the show's
over.  "

"I don't believe that."  Amber shifted in her saddle and Spice blew air
through his nostrils.  "And neither does your horse."

"Then why didn't Gabe say anything before he left?  Why didn't he tell
me to wait for him, and all that garbage men always say, even if they
don't mean it?  He didn't even have the decency to pretend he was
coming back!"  Sugar's ears flicked nervously at Dallas's angry tone.
"Sorry, girl."  Dallas patted the silky neck, although her touch was
awkward.  She'd be glad when the cast could come off her wrist in a
couple of weeks.

"Well, Fred's been talking to Jasper and Diego, and they all think-"

Dallas groaned.  "Look, I like Fred.  You know I do.  I'm happy you two
are going out.  But no way could someone like Fred understand Gabe
Escalante."

"Okay, have it your way.  Gabe's a creep who used you for his own ends,
and there's no reason you two should see each other again.  Even if
Gabe is due back in town today, and even if Fred did offer to invite
him to Rowdy Ranch, you wouldn't want to see him, so I'll tell Fred to
forget it ."

Dallas felt as if someone had just punched her in the stomach.  "Fred..
Fred was going to invite him to Rowdy Ranch tonight?"

"Yeah, but I can see it's no use.  Both Jasper and Diego thought he d
go, too.  They have some theory that Gabe think5 you don't want him
around because he's such a violent guy."

Dallas pulled Sugar to a halt and turned in her saddle' What did you
say?"

Amber smiled.  "Finally I have your attention.  Let's get down and set
a spell, as they say."

Dallas's legs were shaky as she dismounted.  Leading Sugar, she headed
for a smooth, sunny rock that would seat two.  She was careful not to
step on any wildflowers as she walked to the rock and sat, holding
Sugar's reins loosely in one hand.

"Ah, nothing like something to warm your buns " , Amber said, levering
herself down beside her.  Both horses began munching sprigs of tender
young foxtail grass.

The relaxing warmth of the April day did nothing to calm Dallass
turbulent stomach.  "Okay, Amber.  What's been going on?"

"Well, Fred and I naturally talk about you.  you've been so depressed
and everything."

"I have not!"

"See?  you're so depressed you don't even know you're acting
depressed."

"That's bull ."

"Think what you think.  Your friends are worried about you.  Dave
Fogarty considered taking up a collection among the shop owners to send
you on a cruise or something: '

Dallas stared at her.  "you're kidding "

"Nope: '

Dallas moved her finger over the signatures decorating her cast, and a
lump formed in her throat.  "They're good people."

"Good, but not too perceptive.  They all thought Gabe was a dead issue.
I didn't.  So I pestered Fred to interrogate those two friends of Gabe
s."

"Interrogate?"  She glanced up.  "Good Lord, Amber"

Amber shrugged.  "I'm picking up some of the lingo.  Sorry.  I meant he
asked some questions.  And the answers describe a guy who's sure he s
too rough around the edges for you.  He thinks you see him as a savage
who enjoys beating people up."

Dallas felt light-headed.  "Amber, he saved my life.  How could I
possibly judge his actions?  He did what he thought was necessary.  And
he didn't kill Neal, when I know every instinct told him to do it. Even
Jasper told him to : '

Amber looked at her.  "Yeah, well, you know how these guys jump to
conclusions, and they caxi t communicate worth a dairm.  He already had
it in his head that he wasn't the man you wanted.  And once upon a time
you told me the same thing: '

Dallass heart thudded painfully.  Surely Gabe couldn't think that she d
reject him.  Not after all they'd shared.  "I didn't really know him
when I said that.  And I was afraid he'd be like my father and
stepfather, always trying to run things.  I didn't know the difference
between a bully and someone with inner strength."

"But you didn't tell him any of that stuff later on."

"I should have."  Dallas twisted the reins in her hand.  "But there was
the business with Neal and..."

"And some wonderful times in bed; Amber finished for her.  "That can
distract a woman from conversation real easy.  "

Dallas's face warmed.  "But I still can't believe he thinks I have a
low opinion of him."

"It seems he remembers you referring to 'reckless bounty-hunter
mentality I can certainly believe you said that, Dallas ."

Guilt washed over her.  "But that was before I -" Before

Ifell in love, she finished silently.

"Also, Jasper said Gabe's first wife left him because she hated his
job.  So Jasper figured out- and mind you, Gabe didn't explain this to
him-Jasper figured out that on that horrible night, when you were
screaming at him not to become an animal, he decided he'd better get
out of your life for good: '

"Oh, God."  Dallas buried her face in her hands and fought tears.

Amber put an arm around her shoulders.  "But I guess that's not what
you wanted, was it; sweetie?"

Dallas shook her head.

"I had to make sure before I gave Fred the go-ahead.  You see, Gabe's
two buddies are very protective."

"I know," Dallas murmured, head down.  "Once Jasper and Gabe were sure
I was okay, they tore back to the rest room to find Diego : She
shuddered.  "Thank God he only ended up with a massive headache and a
wounded ego.  Neal could have killed him: '

"And if he had, he'd be dead now himself."

Dallas stared at the pebbled ground.  "I wouldn't have blamed them for
doing that: '

"Good.  Then you'll understand that if Diego and Jasper thought for a
moment you'd give Gabe the boot tonight, they'd move heaven and Earth
to keep him away from you.  "

Dallas lifted her head and swiped at her eyes.  "I won't give him the
boot, Amber: "you're sure?  What about that fabled need to be in
control, to be independent?"  Amber gazed at her and waited.

Dallas thought of the past few weeks without Gabe.  Oh, she'd been able
to come and go as she pleased without considering another person.  She
d made all her own decisions.  None of them had seemed worth making
without

Gabe there.  "Gabe once predicted that we'd fight a lot if we stayed
together, but he said it would keep life exciting."

Amber's eyes sparkled with understanding.  "It's great to meet your
match, in every sense of the word."

Dallas nodded.  "Maybe his unpredictable traveling and the constant
danger will bother me.  Maybe my compulsive neatness and stubborn
streak will bother him.  But I..  love him so much I was willing to
take the risk.  When he left I decided he wasn't."

Amber touched her hand.  "You owe it to yourself to find out ."

"How will I know if he's coming or not?"

"Not until they walk in, I'm afraid.  Fred's in court all day today,
and he told me to leave a message with his assistant if I wanted him to
call Gabe.  And then there's always the chance they won't link up. Fred
said he'd come in tonight, whether he brings Gabe or not, but he
probably won't know what's happening until the last minute."  She
patted Dallas's knee.  "Sorry to put you through that ."

Dallas gave her a watery smile.  "Beggars can't be choosers.  "

IT WAS A TYPICAL TGIF crowd, boisterous and ready to party.  Business
at the Cutting Pen was brisk, for which Dallas was thankful.

"I think I'm more nervous than you are; Amber said,

tricately carved as the original doors, covered a metal core that the
managers swore a tank couldn't penetrate

The Rowdy Ranch slogan had been repainted over the door, and Dallas had
taught herself not to look at the slash of purple neon that had
illuminated the deeds of that awful night.  Beth had been arrested and
would no longer work at Rowdy Ranch.  The blood stains had been cleaned
from the carpet.

Best of all, Dallas didn't have to fear Neal Parnell might come into
the dance complex.  The judge, knowing the nearly unlimited resources
of the Parnell family , had ordered him held without bail in the Pima
County jail until the trial.  Celia had called Dallas to thank her, but
Dallas had declined Celia's lunch invitation Talking with Celia would
only remind Dallas that Gabe was lost to her.

"What are you going to do when he comes in?"  Amber asked duringa lull
between customers.

"Ifhe comes in: '

"Okay, if.  But I'm betting he will ."

Dallas glanced at her in horror.  "don't tell me people are placing
bets on this !"  ,

Amber laughed.  "Actually, Dave suggested it and I told him you'd never
forgive us ."

"That's for sure.  So I assume you told everybody that G abe might show
up tonight?"

"Well, yes, I did.  They've been suffering through this with you, you
know.  Shirley Jorgenson said you've ignored her several times, and Ted
and Louise McNulty tli,.u x

, "Great choice.  Any particular waltz?"

"I didn't mean to be, Amber.  I'll make it up to them.  we'll have a
big barbecue at my place sometime soon."

Dallas didn't think she could bear to dance to the

"If you think it's definitely called for.  Irving Skinner waltz Neal
had sullied with his sick behavior.  "No, I

still hasn gotten over being the decoy when you pre- guess not.

tended you and he were taking inventory together: "Then I'll make a
suggestion.  That wonderful old

Dallas gazed at her.  "you're still upset about that, Anne Murray
number, where she asks the guy if she can too, arexi t you?"  have this
dance for the rest of her life.  That would be , "

"Yes; Amber said quietly.  "I thought we were perfect.  You wouldn't
have to say a word.  friends ."

Dallas took a shaky breath.  "He probably won't

"We are, which is why I didn't tell you.  You would come."  have tried
to stop me.  "I'm going to set it up with the deejay, anyway.  can't
"

"Of course I would have tried to stop you, you idiot!  hurt.  Can you
take this next customer while I run over That was the dumbest stunt
I've ever heard of."  there?"

"But Neal's in jail now."  Before Dallas could protest, Amber left.
Dallas

"And you could be dead.  Not a good trade, in my seated the man and
reached for the massage wand.  It opinion."  was getting late.  She
didn't know how much longer she

"I did what I thought I had to."  g could stand the waiting.

Amber shook her head.  "You and Gabe certainly de- As she was
shampooing the customer, Amber walked serve each other.  If it's
possible to breed this excessive back in, looking worried.  nobility
into your genes, the two of you will give birth Despite the fact they
seldom discussed personal to the next Nathan Hale or Joan of Arc: '
business in front of customers, Amber walked over to

The idea of having Gabe's children struck Dallas the shampoo bowl.
"Fred just arrived; she said..  dumb.  Dallas's stomach began to
churn.

"Ha; Amber said.  "Gotcha again.  You have a real ",

I'm sorry, Dallas.  He's alone."  case on the guy.  So what are you
going to do when he She clutched the edge of the shampoo bowl for sup
comes in?  Let's think of something dramatic."  port.

"Let's not ."

But he left a message on Gabe's machine.  He could

"Come on, Dallas.  Your friends deserve a tear jerking still come in,
you know.  He's probably been delayed wrap-up to this story.  How about
asking him to dance?  , or he has a lot to do or-" I can give the
deejay a signal, and he can play some- " , " thing special.  What'll it
be?"  Or he doesn't want to see me, Dallas said through

Dallas swallowed the lump in her throat.  "A waltz."  an aching haze
that threatened to overwhelm her.

"I'll finish this; Amber said, motioning her away from the customer.
"Take a break.  And doxi t give up."

But she had.  She couldn't ride this roller coaster any longer.  She
remembered what it had felt like a month ago, when she'd been involved
with Gabe.  The uncertainty of the relationship was the part she d
hated, even as she'd loved the excitement.  She couldn't keep herself
dangling like this.  With Gabe, it might be a pattern , and it was a
pattern she couldn't live with.

In the rest room shg dabbed at her eyes and took several long, calming
breaths.  The hell with him.  She'd had a life before Gabe, and she d
have one again.  She had her business and her place in the country.
Once Gretchen gave birth to her mongrel puppies, Dallas could get back
to her plans of breeding purebreds.

She walked out of the rest room, and straight into Gabe's arms.

He caught her and held her slightly away from him so he could look into
her eyes.  She stared back, drinking in the sight of him while her
heart chugged like a freight train going up a steep rise.  He wore no
hat, and in the light pooled near the rest room area he looked haggard,
with dark smudges under his eyes.  His dark gaze searched hers.  Then
he reached down and brought her injured wrist, cast and all, to his
lips.

Theremembered scent of him drew her closer.  She touched his hair,
grown shaggy around the collar of his flannel shirt.  A Doug Stone song
ended, and Dallas held her breath.  When Anne Murray's full-throated
voice filled the dance hall, she felt dizzy, but kept her balance by
looking into Gabe's eyes.

Her voice trembled.  "Would you... like to dance?"

"I would like that very much: He cupped her elbow and guided her to the
floor.  When they reached the polished boards, she turned and held out
her arms.  He swept her up, making her forget the bulk of the cast on
her wrist, the agony of weeks without him, the pain of his imagined
desertion.  The sweet warmth of his embrace brought tears to her
eyes.

They whirled around the floor, and she saw only him in the spinning
colored lights.  His hands were sure, his step unernng, his gaze locked
with hers.

"You got Fred's message, she murmured.

"Yes: '

"What did he say?"

His voice was husky.  "That you wanted me.  But I wasn't sure what "

"Listen," she said.

And as the words of Anne Murrays song surrounded them, the haggard
lines slowly left his face, and the dark warrior eyes softened and
began to glow with love.  Vaguely Dallas realized that no other dancers
were on the floor.  Then, from the crowd sunounding the dance floor,
came a smattering of applause.  The applause soon swelled to a roar as
shouts and cheers filled Rowdy Ranch.

Epilogue

Five months later

, "I'M HoME; Gabe called, opening the front door into the trailer. Then
he realized his mistake as the floor shook under the galloping paws of
the army coming down the hall to greet him.  He struggled to maintain
his balance as they barked and hurled themselves at him, covering him
with dog slobber.

They surrounded him, and when Gretchen came around behind him and
pushed against the backs of his knees, he went down.  "Hey, you guys!"
he protested as they whined and licked every available inch of exposed
skin.  Paws the size of soup ladles scrabbled over him.  Ears flapped
in his face.  And above the clamor he could hear the sweetest sound.

Dallas was laughing.  Dallas, who had once claimed to hate chaos,
seemed able to handle it just fine.  He liked to think that his
unrestrained loving the past few months had something to do with her
relaxed attitude.

He pushed away Gretchen and her four puppies, each the size of a
midsize dog at four months.  There, leaning in the entrance to the
hall, was his wife.  He'd been away for two weeks and it seemed a
lifetime.  Every trip got harder.  He'd turned down two assignments
that would have taken him out of the country.

A puppy surged forward, blocking his view, and he shoved it back so he
could look at her and watch the way her eyes danced as she smiled down
at him.  "Hi " , he said.

"Welcome back."  Her face glowed, and he knew that glow was in his
honor.

"I see we still have four."

"Considering we started out with ten, that's not so bad: '

He managed to get to his feet, although both his shoelaces were now
untied and the front of his shirt was soaked with puppy drool.  They d
inherited that from the Saint Bernard side of the family.  "You guys
are going out, he said, heading back toward the door.

"It's raining, Dallas reminded him gently.  "They'll get muddy."

Gabe weighed the options.  It was August, so they might get muddy, but
they wouldn't get chilled.  "I'll hose them down later; he said,
opening the door.  All five dogs bounded joyfully into the rain.

He closed the door and turned to find Dallas right beside him.  "I'm
covered with "

She threw herself into his arms, cutting off his protest' As if I care;
she whispered against his mouth before claiming it in a greedy kiss.

He savored his return to paradise and wondered how he'd ever find the
strength to leave when the next assignment came along.  "Lord, I've
missed you;' he murmured when they came up for air.

"More than last time?"

"Much more."  He eased away and glanced down at her gently rounded
belly.  "How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful ."  "you're sure?  Because if working at Rowdy Ranch is any
problem, we could hire-"

"Gabe."  She gave him a warning look.

He sighed.  "Okay, but promise me you'll hire a replacement if you have
any problems ."

She smoothed the frown from between his eyebrows'I think I promised
that already.  A few times.  One of the reasons this works is that you
can trust me to take care of myself when you're away."

He stroked his fingers through her hair.  "And you want to know
something stupid?  I find myself wishing you weren't so
self-sufficient, that you'd beg me to stay home more, so I'd have a
good excuse not to go."  He paused and stared at her.  "I can't believe
I just admitted that ."

She gazed into his eyes, a soft smile on her face.  "If we're making
confessions, I'll admit that it tears my heart out each time you go,
but I try not to show it.  I don't want to tie you down."

He groaned and pulled her close.  "Tie me down; he whispered, nuzzling
the tender spot behind her ear.  "Tell me you can't live without me."

"I can't.  But your job '

"Is becoming less important with every day I spend loving you.  And
when the baby comes... I'll be cutting back, Dallas.  I may even find
some kind of law enforcement work that keeps me in Tucson all the
time."  He was amazed that the decision made his heart light and joyous
q5t

"Right Man ... Wrong time'

All women are haunted by a lost love-a disastrous first romance, a
brief affair, a marriage that failed.

A second chance wirh him ... could change everything.

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