“When you’re sixty, you’ll be begging for this attention!” He drew in another cloud, inhaled, and then quickly exhaled followed by a chuckle.A...bleached blonde with oversized, gold-framed sunglasses marched along the side-walk via his wing mirror. He planted his forearm on the vehicle’s window frame and smiled as she grew in the reflection and sped past.“Hey, babe. Great ass. My dick would be Excalibur in that: Unable to pull out.” He cackled and ashed his cigarette on the outside.The blonde. ‘I might be able to get you a desk in our word processing pool.’ ‘Oh thank you Carole but I’m thinking a position in middle management would be more appropriate. I have a master’s in business administration.’ Everyone gaped. ‘None of us went to college,’ Cynthia volunteered. ‘What does your education entitle you to do?’ Hank asked. ‘Run a company once I have amassed sufficient experience. I am academically competent to build the team, engage in contract negotiations, analyze company strengths. "What's your tailored fantasy?" He rested his chin on his fist and studied the other man, awaiting his reply."Ha!" he exclaimed. "I don't do fantasies. I've been in this game too long. I learned a long time ago that they're better kept than fulfilled." Very wise," Lazarus smiled. "But not indulging them is very different to not having them. Come on," he nodded conspiratorially, "just between you and me; two men talking. We all have a fantasy. Mine for instance is a beautiful young woman I see. . for his sake." She looked down atWhyte, who seemed to be sleeping.Paul sighed. "You're probably right, but it was risky." Life's a risk, Paul." She shrugged then smiled. "At least I got yout'share the risk with."* * * * *Sunday, June 9, 1872"You up t'some stew, Sheriff?" Jessie asked, as she doled some ontoPaul's plate.Elijah Whyte shook his head. "I don't think my stomach can handle it."He paused a beat. "Some broth, maybe?" Done." She carefully filled a cup with broth from the stew,.