They finished up their sixth saddle before lunch and they had twelve lariats, plenty of hobbles, and several nice bridles done. While they'd been here...they'd made more than enough tack to get them home on their newly trained mounts.If Zakkon and Mendal thought they had the new mounts ready for a trial run by the time they made it home this evening we were going to give them a real test tomorrow.Thankfully they were sure of themselves when they made it back for the night. We did a little packing. My husband has started to work away from home more as his career has progressed. He was away the other week for a few days and I was home alone. I spent all day in the garden doing jobs and digging stuff over. My neighbour Sam was doing the same and I said hi a couple of times over the wall. He is an older man, about 58 and is divorced. He is fit for his age and fairly good looking. After a long day in the garden we were both admiring our work and started chatting about what we wanted to do. Ed Samuals had done a great job of producing four propellers carved from wood, the Izods had done well in adapting radios to the planes, and Bill had come up with some very potent rockets for armaments.Each plane was also armed with two AK-47s fired as fixed machine guns aligned with the nose of the plane. We didn't know how much good they would do, but John remembered the mistake made with the F-4 Phantom in Viet Nam, so we put guns on the planes until we knew by experience that we would not. My folks were gone for a week's vacation and Grandma was in bed asleep, or so I thought. It was her though, she stepped through the sliding glass doors from behind the curtains and boldly snatched the doobie I was smoking from my hand. She took a long drag, held it like a 'old' pro and gave me a huge wicked grin. The moment was frozen as I freaked out at my sixty year young Gran, who stood in her robe and toked my grass. “Primo!” was all she said before sucking deep again on it and passing the.