Now the next door neighbour was a good 20yrs older than me I"d say in his early 60s, tall ,slim with silver hair and mouchtache he"d been widowed for ...bout five years and I can remember growing up in my teens and he would always be lurking about and he would stare at me while undressing me with eyes I found this quite creepy and was relieved when left home at the age of 18.the wine which he"d brought with him was very nice and he kept topping my cup up saying it all had to be drunk as he. I couldn't take it any more. I had to tell him. I had to let him know what was on my mind. I told him that I was into some stuff he might not approve of, and that I was worried he'd run off and leave me if he knew. He asked some silly stuff. Asking if it was like... Killing, witchcraft, or something of that nature. I told him no, and invited him to come and find out for himself. If he saw it, and would stay with me, then we could still date.The next week, he came over to my house, and I took. Evidently other men were involved as investors and had to sign off on the agreement.From the back room of the busy factor's place, they walked toward the dock and heard the rat-a-tatting of a drum. "Come," Anne pulled on Philip's arm. "Let's see if that's Billy. He told me he was going to be recruiting."It was. He sat at a small table in his old uniform, his empty sleeve with its new stripes pinned up, and behind him a drummer boy in full regalia played from time to time under a flapping banner. We took the path back along our shelf and I decided we could make a try getting to the other camp tomorrow.After breakfast Keeta gave Chalta some skidder driving lessons, and when Chalta thought she had it down we unloaded the box van with the skidder and its attachment again and then took off. The widened path was even roomier than I'd first though and we had no trouble getting down to the river, up to the ford and across. We didn't even need the skidder's help.Traveling overland I did run.