It had been a busy three quarters of a year after that. There had been battles -- lots and lots of battles. People near and dear to her had died in th...se battles... and tens of thousands of their enemies. Tuck's style of combat was a mixture of raids and ambushes and sometimes both at once. He fought against enemies who assumed their enemies would meet them on a battlefield, line up in nice neat lines and slug it out. Tuck's tactics had been devastating.Her orders were clear: she was supposed. I got my bag and headed down the steps to see dad standing over Sam who was now curled up on the floor sobbing wildly just like he had made me do many many times.Dad looked at me and said " Go get in the car" as I walked out the front door I turned to see dad picking Sam up off the floor and as he threw him down on the couch dad yelled " Now you fucking piece of shit you remember what I said" and dad followed me to the car. Dad drove me home his only words to me were " Your safe now princess ". .' She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director...?'He nodded, 'Yes that's right. Sorry I didn't get a chance to speak to you before, in a bit of a rush here.' He looked her up and down, pursing his lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a quick twirl?'Sophie turned round for him, slower than she usually might have, conscious of how short her skirt was. When she turned back to face him there was a strange smile on his lips.'Perfect, you'll do just fine.' Just then two other. Those sayings ranged from, "Hit's God's will." to just plain old, "Aw hell, fuck it."What started as a "dry spell," became a drought, after a couple of years. The rains went someplace and left Oklahoma, Texas and Kansas as dry as an old maid's fart. Then came the winds and the twisters. Dust clouds hung in the air in black, billowing clouds. Farmers had trouble planting their crops and raising enough to make ends meet. Then the markets became as dry as the Oklahoma soil. Few could buy what was.