I let them go and relaxed. I looked down as I exhaled all my fucking worries out between her legs. When I looked back up, Candy was just lying there,...the morning sun…I think it was morning…almost causing her body to glow. She was so goddamned beautiful in that moment. “Fuck you,” I said. I don’t know how, but it came out as a compliment.Candy smiled. She tilted her head to the side and her hair caught the sunlight just so.I couldn’t say anything else. I only watched her. I watched her stomach. Not wanting to appear eager to go to bed, I gave the girls rides on the John Deere, huddled against me as I drove out into the fields and back. When it was dark, we brought the horses in and gave them a thorough grooming. Whitney wasn't as keen on the horses as the other three, but she brushed Jingo while I picked his hooves. Jingo hadn't had such a good job done on his back since he came to live with us. He loved Whitney. We made sure they had food and water and gathered in the aisle of the. Both his wife and daughter were trapped by the flames. Their modest house of everything worthwhile in their lives became a funeral pyre. Zeb, out of his mind with grief, fled eastward. Seasons later, he settled the land half a day’s walk from the Waste where he could live alone and unmolested. He could not tolerate the presence of most people anymore. He became a hermit, traveling to the village of Edgewood only when supplies were low.Evgeni was named after Porter’s grandfather, more out of a. It could display intelligence information, schematics, planned routes and targets; and even information about individual soldiers' medical status and ammunition.Kat had received a briefing on the use of the heads-up display and its wrist mounted control panel from Bob. It was programmable so that users could set up macros to control otherwise complex sets of instructions. She had set her Comm up to mirror her display commands so that if she selected a single individual or the entire group, the.