If the feelings had seemed like echoes, Penn would have been sad for her, but it was as if her spirit were present, her innermost dreams and secrets o... her face, readable like an open book. The communication was of utmost eloquence, but she could not speak. He could only read her feelings, and it was as if there was something at the tip of her tongue that she wanted to tell him, as if she were about to speak, but could not. There was comfort, though, in there being no capacity for. I want to see what we kinds of goals we might have in common,” Ellen answered.“Ah,” Dan said with a smile.“I noticed that Tom dropped you off,” Ellen said.Dan nodded his head and answered, “He picked me up from here earlier so that he could take me by the cemetery to see Pat.”“I forgot,” Ellen said not realizing the significance of this day for Dan. She remembered the big biker woman who scared her. She hadn’t heard about her death until after the funeral. She had heard from a number of sources. He had little to move to my horse, since he always stayed in hotels and ate in restaurants. He had one canteen for water (not enough in this country) and a saddlebag which I didn't ask about, since it was none of my business.It seemed that his horse had been bitten by a rattlesnake. He had killed it with his pistol which he carried in a saddle holster. It was something that I had heard of, but never seen: it was a double-action .44-40 caliber revolver custom made in England. It was a top-break. I blinked twice to make sure I was not going crazy, and I caught her smiling at me. I danced to two more songs before taking another drink break. The light-skinned Goddess stood in a dark spot unaccompanied. I developed the confidence to finally walked over to her and have a conversation. Without saying a word, I kissed those soft, wet lips of hers. ‘I had to kiss you,’ I told her. ‘Lucky for you, you’re the only guy I’ll let kiss me in here, Nature Boy.’ She replied. ‘It’s good to be me right.