.........nice place clean tidy,,,had coffee sat at kitchen table then went to tv couch,,,,,,,,,,again giggling talking like we were mad lovers/partner... married fro 50 years..after 1 hour there, she sat closer to me.....I think she wanted me to make first move, but she knows I am shy but didn't think that shy, in short,,,,,,,,,,,she grabbed my hand started rubbin it, again awkward more me than her but she was scared to knowing I am picky shy etc,,,,,,,,,but I wont write all day,,,,she turned got. Who wouldn't, with an arm stuck through the window and a gun pointing at our faces. I suddenly realized that the owner was the young man that had just driven up in the new pickup. Automatically, and in an action that would have been funny in other circumstances, both of us immediately raised our arms in the classic movie gesture that meant "We surrender." Get out of the truck," came the order.Liz finally unfroze enough to answer, somewhat. "We're just riding with the guys, mister. . I’d asked for a small lunch to be packed and set out to explore the countryside. I’d always enjoyed walking and luckily I’d kept in shape although the hills were something I wasn’t used to and I paused often to catch my breath. On one of my frequent breaks, I noticed something glittering in the grass off in this field beside the road. It wasn’t really that far, but there was a fence that I’d have to cross and I didn’t know the local laws about trespassing so I just walked. I strap a small camping hatchet onto my belt, and put a quiver with ten arrows on a rope and tie it around Sarbun. We have six arrows on each of our bows - a mixture of the Navigator and the broad head tipped arrows."Steve, I do not see a tent. You say you are bringing a tent. I have yet to see your tent. So, where is it?" she asks."Here; this is my tent. It is made of special material, and is folded neatly in its own carrying bag." I show her, and she doesn't know what to make of it. "You will.