Must Have Been the Moonlight
Chapter One
Egypt
1870
Major Michael Fallon squatted on his heels, his face
dark with a beard, and squinted against the harsh
glare of the Western Sahara. He looked for the object that
had caught his eye when he'd crested the last dune -- a dark
flutter of silk on sunlight. Finding it now amid the loose clutter
on sand -- a wisp of cloth snagged on rock -- he brought
the veil to his nose. English roses and something else
uniquely feminine touched his senses. Turning the cloth over
in his hands, Michael turned his attention to a steel-dust Arabian
trailing its reins some distance away. Where was the
second rider he had been following?
Bending over the field glasses beside him, he adjusted the
leather hood over the lenses to prevent the fading sunlight
from reflecting off the glass. An ancient watchtower and
stone wall, relegated back to the desert some centuries
before, made a somber landmark against the indigo sky as
nightfall lowered its sleepy eye over the terrain. He knew that good rifle scope would pick him off at this range if he
stepped into the open.
He swore softly as he looked back at his white camel,
couched in the sand like some bored Sheba oblivious to the
growing chill. He pulled ou ... read full excerpt from: Must Have Been the Moonlight ebook
