Moe picked up the envelope and turned it over in his hands. Yeah, it was fat, fat enough to hold two G’s. Moe was disgusted. Disgusted with himself ...or being a patsy. Disgusted that he was forced to lie here like an invalid. And disgusted that he couldn’t do a damn thing about any of it, including handling the pretty feline that was leaning in close with cherry lips just inches from his, listening to his chest with her stethoscope. “I’ve got to get out of here, Mona.” “Shh.” “I mean it.” “Mr.. He rushed into his father’s embrace. ‘Thanks, Dad!’ ‘Just promise me you’ll have fun!’ ‘I will, Dad! You’re the best!’ They drove away and Jack cast one last look back at the graveyard. The wind kicked up the fallen leaves, making them look like they were waving goodbye. Jack waggled his fingers and then faced front when their car turned the corner. After his father left for his ship again, Jack took the ball out for a spin. He bounced it happily against the pavement all the way until he came. “So if there is something you’re holding back you need to let me know.”Angela bursts out laughing at the expression Spencer has taken on. “Come on, Spence, I’m not going to hold something important from you unless I felt it absolutely necessary,” she says as she sets the bagel down onto the table. Then she taps the seat next to her and says, “Have a seat. I have something to tell you that will probably rock the foundations of what you know.”“Oh, I don’t think there is anything that can do that. I looked like it might be a reasonably calm and peaceful day until the sound of a rider pushing his mount hard brought them all out to the front porch to see one of the new fence stringers gallop in on a tired mount to announce,"You have to come down to the creek, boss, those Rocking "R" back-shooters have torn down the entire Creekside fence and rustled off almost a hundred head of those winter doggies we been tending the last few months. They shot a couple of them and dragged them into the.