Bill Silverton paced back and forth in front of Glacier Bank on the main drag in downtown Whitefish. Richard Knight’s mammoth check was burning a hole in his jacket pocket. He knew if he cashed it, he’d be beholden to the damned Texas billionaire. And, if he didn’t, he’d stay a little fish in a little pond for the rest of his life. This might be his only chance at the big time. He hadn’t even cashed the check and he already felt like a thief.
He wondered what Jesse would think of Mr. Richard “High Falutin” Knight of billion-dollar Knight Industries backing his candidacy. Why should he care what she thought? He remembered how he used to tease her because her trumpet playing was so atrocious. Playing the sax had been the only thing in life that ever came easy to him. Back in high school, he
