I know which end of a steer to rope and which end to slap with a lariat." I'm Emmett Riley," the man said. "I reckon two Irishmen ought to get along. ...ell me a little about yourself Rafe. Where you from?" Just got in from Show Low. Rode guard for a wagon train from Socorro New Mexico," Rafe explained. "Didn't want to winter up in those mountains so I came down here." That's a far piece Rafe. You from Socorro?" No sir. I was in Roswell before that," Rafe answered."That's near 350 miles," Emmett. "But you're still a good looking man."Jack patted her hands, where she had clasped them on the table, in front of her. "Thank you, dear, I appreciate it, but I'm probably a little larger now, than I was ten years ago, too. Well, hell, I may as well say it. I'm at least thirty pounds overweight."Finally understanding what Jack was asking, Polly answered honestly, "Yeah, Jack, but you're a big man, like my Ben. And you ain't near as overweight as he is." How about the way I'm dressed?" Oh, well,. That day, I walked into the studio about ten minutes early and heard Sammy, the guy on before me, talking to the girl (honestly, I can't remember her name). He had her on the studio speaker phone and was interacting with her just enough to keep her going, but he was only doing it because he was bored and was amused by the act of leading her own. I flirted with her throughout my shift. I could tell that she was a little bit touched in the head, but over the phone she didn't sound like the. She would act motherly, but when dad wasnt around she didnt care what i did. She would buy me cigars and 40's- i would score her weed from my buddies- we would smoke before dad got home and when he would fall asleep on the couch. Tracys best friend Sabrina lived in the same apartment complex, just 6 doors over she would go over there and get her nails done, as Sabrina she owned her own salon studio. They would chat and drink while I babysat Sabrina's little daughter in the next room over. One.