His insights and suggestions helped me to make 'The Homestead'one of the most favorite stories I've ever written. I also appreciatethe time he took to...not only go over this story once, but three times!Thank you!The Homesteadby: Anon AllsopI rested comfortably, my boots propped lazily upon the split railing thatran along the sidewalk, and my hat pushed down low over my eyes to blockout the afternoon sun. Beside me argued my grandfather and Mr. Williams,the barber, their grumbling broken often by. You must be Alice, the new maid. Follow me into the house.Mr. Clark is expecting you." So she followed him up the many stairs and was amazed at the interior ofthe house. It had very polished dark floors and walls. Overhead was avery large chandelier with lots of small glass pieces. The furniturelooked no one had even used it, and everything was so bright and clean. The butler had her follow him unto a room with a very big fireplace, alarge desk, and many chairs nearby. There was a man, sitting. I drove us to one of my favourite spots for late season fishing on a tiny creek most people would pass by, but I knew the channel here was ten feet deep with strong current where small bait fish thrived and of course large predator fish were attracted and could be taken without too much hard work and of course I wanted to prove my fishing prowess to my new lover. First we set up the tent before I boiled a kettle of water to make a couple cups of coffee in battered tin cups to warm our insides. And meat wasn't ever going to taste the same again. Maybe he could smack a steak with a hammer until it was soft enough to gum. Damn hard to chew without teeth. Oh, he'd heard tell of false teeth, and some sawbones somewhere might eventually be able to fit him with a set. Just how long it might be before he had the money to do anything like that was any body's guess. Robbing stage coaches had gotten a bit too risky for his liking. Money might be tight for a time.The thirty miles to Mojave.