He would have his full strength back soon, and he knew it was time he took some action to figure out the truth of who he was. He’d hoped the ride to the scene of the shooting would stir his memory, but it hadn’t worked out that way. The only thing stirred up was his desire when he kissed Sarah. But he couldn’t let himself think about any kind of relationship with her until he knew his past. He might have a wife and children—a family waiting for him to come home. He had no idea. His mind was still a blank. Frank had come to recognize a few things about himself, though. He definitely was a man of action. He instinctively knew it wasn’t normal for him to just be sitting around waiting for things to happen. He was looking forward to the day when he was healthy enough to go hunting for the truth of his past. There was one other thing he’d discovered about himself. Staying in the bunkhouse with the ranch hands, he’d learned he was a pretty good card player. The hands got a poker game up some evenings, and he’d proven himself to be sharp.
