This was enough to give him the idea that he might get away, so he drew his gun from the holster at his thigh. Well, the man was fast, but not nearly ...s fast as me. I put two bullets into his chest before he could shoot one at me. Dammit, there was no way I was going to get any information from a dead man! I dragged him to the other side of the alley and hid his body in some brush.I went back into the saloon and sat back down in my former chair. I listened to the men talk a bit more, then one. Please make a comment if you have a moment. ::heart:: ***** It was cold and the light was grey on the grey stone of Castle Sietter’s walls but the courtyard was a milling mass of colours: people, horses, dogs. The kennelmaster and one of the houndsmen were in deep discussion, two rocks in a sea of bobbing sandy and brindled hounds’ heads. The grooms were frantically busy, going from dappled horse to black horse, checking stirrups and saddle-girths, soothing a nervous horse, giving a friendly. That's my girl.This was the kind of play I could continue for hours, and I intended to do so in the week to come. However, we were nearing Princeton, so I needed to hurry things along. I fed her slices of roll up, wedges of orange and bottled water. When I finished, I told her that her hands and eyes were free, so that she could pour coffee. I ate by feel, because watching Sheila was important. She managed to unstack the cups, pour the coffee, stir in cream and unwrap the chocolate without. "Jesus! That'd be a sight to see."David laughed. "It is. Drop in on them in a while. They may or may not invite you to join them, but if they do, don't expect Nora to fuck you." She's your wife. I..." You misunderstand, Flint. If my wife decides to fuck you, she will, and with my full concurrence and acceptance. I don't own her; I just love her. The reason I told you not to harbor expectations about Nora is because she told me that she wouldn't fuck you until after my mother gave you a ride..