A course, I couldn't pay as much as they might git with a big bounty, but my pay came every week, come hell or high water, soz they wuz more likely ta...do better workin' fer me than they could on their own. All four thought about it fer a while an' agreed that they wanted ta be regularly employed detectives, instead of hit-or-miss bounty hunters. I said that they could also expect a little bonus at the end of a successful job. This sounded right fair play ta them, an' they all knew me, soz we. She'd answered as best she could without telling them quite everything.There were things she couldn't tell them: that she and the other kids her age found plenty of time to go off experiment. The parents at the resort knew this was happening, and knew that teenagers were going to do it no matter how they were lectured. They'd done the only other thing they could: by the time a girl turned 14 she was on birth control.The prudes of the fabric world were right about one thing: knowing that nobody. We didn't discuss it. I didn't cry or throw a tantrum or beg him not to leave me. It was not my place; I was a married woman, having an affair with a younger man. But, I was so fucking jealous I didn't think I could stand it.There had been one letter from Danny which began with two short paragraphs telling me how much he missed me. The diatribe, which I recognized word for word from a previous letter, ended abruptly. From there he described the devastation the fires had left and the futile. And how a man's word was his life. Then, after a greasy joke, he all of sudden picked up a pistol and shot that one particular guard between his eyes. Then he sat down and finished his burrito and beer.I made sure that I looked shocked because of the shooting, while I was cheering inside. I was still alive. I might be able to have my revenge.Some time later, the boss rose and came to me."I do not like family things to be told outside the family. Not even to friends if they are not family..