Chapter 23

So Mack had given up the one thing that had connected him to his roots: the wide open range of the west. But this was the life he’d chosen, the ordered life of a New York City executive.

His phone intercom buzzed. Taking one last look out of the window, he turned and walked to his desk.

“Yeah, Denny?” he asked his secretary.

“Mack, there’s a guy here to see you,” the young man replied. He sounded perplexed.

“Who is it?”

“Well, that’s the point. He says he wants to surprise you…Won’t give me his name.”

“Tell him whatever he’s sellin’ we don’t need any,” Mack said with exasperation. Shit! Don’t have time for salesmen who play these fuckin’ games.