If the white man could not be stopped, they would starve before they could learn to adapt.Tom understood the reason for the attack on the wagon train,...and he also understood that any white man that could do something like that would be his enemy. He had learned to live by taking what you need, and here was mass destruction, for no more reason than to line the pockets of greedy men. His father had been like that, as well as every man in the wagon train. Yes, now he understood. Greed was his. It wasn't as easy as it sounds; the home kept computerized records, sort of, but the updates were a little sporadic and generally anywhere from a day to as much as a week out of date; I guessed timeliness of record-keeping was a secondary thing in the anterooms to death that most nursing homes are.So it was five days late when Spook gave me the news.Jack, the female on whom you have asked me to maintain surveillance, the mother of Lisa, the records I have been watching now say that she died on—. I heard Mangala’s voice from the balcony that I should take her mother’s mobile to return it to her.When I came back after returning the mobile, Mangala was still in the balcony watching the Eiffel tower. It was standing tall and lighted. It was the month of May. I moved to the balcony. I could see that a couple of guys were staring at her from another room balcony.I went beside her, stood beside her keeping both hands over balcony railings passed through her waist either side. She was standing. She realised that their blind hunger for power made them dangerous, and so she could not even afford to pretend to let them have it.No, she had her eye on one of the cousins, one who had never managed to meet her gaze, and seemed to hunker over in a dejected fashion.Ben strode across and stood over her for a moment, as if to show her how tall and strong he was.She looked up and met his gaze. “Sit down, Ben – or else I shall get a stiff neck from staring up at you.”He grinned and flopped down.