"As a horse," I replied. "That load is in. You're gonna need more though. " "I have ten loads coming tomorrow," she informed. "Do you need me to get s...me more help down here?" "No ma'am. I can handle it." "Well, I'll be here to help you." I knew she was and she was handier than half the kids my uncle would bring in. "I know things got a little tight this year aunt Mandy, with uncle john being gone and all. I don't want you to spend the extra money," I said as I washed my hands. "Business is. Every Saturday night through the end of the year, I was a fixture at the pub, on my own with a beer near the bar. Always three or more guys a night. And before long, on a regular schedule all week. Dorm rooms around campus, morning, noon and night. By the second semester in my freshman year, I had a dozen guys getting regular service. Each two or three times a week around scheduled classes or nights when I needed to study. It grew to 18 by the end of the year and I had to cut out the pub. This particular day a group of college students from a women's parochial college were passing through the area.They were signed up for a weeks stay.I had just finished some repairs on one of the cabins, when I noticed five of the ladies strolling into the restroom.I decided to come down off the roof and take a closer look as I was curious to why five of them would be going to the restroom all at one time.As I approached I could hear them giggling,as I peered into my porthole I had to rub my. It was early afternoon when I first smelled the smoke. I had found my quarry.I PULLED my spare rifle from its scabbard. Signaling the dogs to be still, I crawling up the rise in front of me and peered over the top. Looking down from my vantage point, I wasn't overly surprised by what I saw: a burning outbuilding, a white man's body lying face down in the snow and what appeared to be most of the occupant's personal items spread around the yard of a good sized cabin. What did come as a surprise.