The ranch was mostly inactive because the Western had died and nobody was interested in making war movies since Average Joe had revealed the existence...of the Confederacy and the Sa'arm. My cover was rather clever. I was there to collect the bootprints of the stars. Much like Grauman's famous hand prints, Apacheland had concrete squares with the bootprints of stars who had visited the ranch. The ranch was located north east of Apache Junction and was near Mesa, Arizona. Mesa and Phoenix are one. ”I went back to Murray and said, “You have a radio in your truck. When do you report?”He replied, “We only report if there is trouble or we see something and need help. We will be missed if we don’t report in by dark. A search party won’t leave until in the morning.”“How many radios to you have?”“We have four in our regiment. We search for more as one of our ongoing things to do.”I went back and said, “He is awfully forthcoming. I don’t trust all his answers particularly these last. We will. “Get up when you are ready young lady,” her Mum ordered. “Stand in front of me with your hands by your sides.” Amber edged herself up, still sobbing, desperately wanting to feel her bottom. Yes rub as well but to feel how hot her bottom was. Instead she looked at her Mum and waited. More scolding she supposed. “Do you regret being rude Amber?” Amber said between sobs, “Oh yes Mum, I’m really sorry, I ..” Her Mum raised her hand. “Enough. Think about how naughty you have been but go and get. Here we are! At long and final last, gawping and smiling at each other quietly and soundlessly. Yeah! At least we are going somewhere ... somewhere where I can catch and ensnare him up. Duh!"How about a glass of wine?" He queries me curiously and with deep, keen, apparently enthusiastic interest. No; there is no way I have to show it to him that I am desperate and eager and very much willing to lay him in this trap of mine and do his being up in the very end. Possibly not! And so, with a slyly.