“My name is John Henry Bain. Some of the tribes call me Eye of Eagle,” Bain told him.“I hear of you. You are friend to Indian. But what do I car... of the Kiowa, the Cheyenne or the Pawnee?” the chief told him.“I have respect for the Comanche, also. You are the great warriors of the plains,” Bain told him. “What do they call you?”“Pahayoko is my name,” the Indian replied. Straightening, he stiffened his stance, pumped his chest out, “In English mean, Amorous Man. I like you, John Henry Bain. We. It took over five hours, travelling over his vast farmlands.I saw the south land people hard at work in the fields. It looked like a very hard life indeed, no wonder many women left this life to submit themselves to the auction houses in the big cities.When I arrived at Norton’s homestead around noon, I was greeted by his assistant who led me through the grounds. A homestead was not a good description of Norton’s home. It was really a palace built into a cliff face, an incredible, beautiful. Maybe there weren’tbetter places to be. The video store just down the street had been lookingfor help for several weeks until I walked in andoffered my services. The work was easy and the pay anotch above minimum wage but the owner was desperateand so was I. Starting immediately, I tagged a note onthe door letting Anna know of my whereabouts andstruggled to absorb a multitude of terminologies andnew technologies. One of the perks was free movies toview and the hours offered minimal. . .” Annie protested as she started to rise."That's not what he means, silly," Bea said. "Here, scoot around sideways." She tugged at Annie’s legs, pulling them into her lap as Perry scooted behind her and sat on a low stool then maneuvered Annie so that her back rested on his thighs and her head ended up in Joe's lap."Hold still, my purple-thonged beauty," Perry said with a wry laugh, then accepted a shot glass from Connie and after toasting her, slowly poured the contents (tequila) evenly.