“Now, use a sticky note and cover the measure. I want you to play that measure while you read the second measure.” There was a lot of stumbling ar...und as she gave us a count and we attempted to remember and play what was in the first measure while we read the second measure. “We’re not going back yet,” she said. “Cover the second measure with a sticky and prepare to play it while we read the third measure.”We continued through this process until we had played through four measures. She tapped. At the time, she had wondered about using such expensive materials – rock, mortar and brick were far more expensive than wood - but after six long seasons in the north and watching countless villages burned by the Tylnanari bandits, she understood. Watching people burn to death had convinced her it was one of the most painful ways to die. She had always thought she’d make her own home – her permanent home, not the small cabin she currently called home a week or so out of the year – of rock and. Okay, more than a couple ... okay, most of the games ... it wasn’t even close!When I finally won that 28th game, all she could do was constantly complain about how I fouled her every time she had the ball, how I walked with the ball, how I double-dribbled, how much I cheated!But as I told her, in regards to the supposed “fouls,” in that last game we were playing by Marine Corps jungle rules: “No Blood, No Foul!”Then she told me that when we went to bed later that night, she would show me what. CROSSTIE! MOVE YOUR LAME CARCASS! It'll be mostly a scratch team, and running to give the dogs some exercise, but I don't mind. Someday, I'll have the time to have a team of my own, and I'll do better, then."Their conversation continued for the next hour, mostly with Phil telling stories about his travels, punctured every few minutes by another verbal blister of Crosstie's fur. Each time he yelled at the dog, she'd pull for another few minutes, then start slacking off, until Phil caught her at.