Suddenly, there was a gunshot, so I hurried up to see what I could find. I saw a man holding a pistol and another writhing on the ground, acting as if...he had been shot in the gut.Then I heard, "Ya're in deep shit, now, Anderson. That was a legitimate order that the foreman gave ya. Ya had no right ta shoot him." Shut yer trap, Smitty! I've had all I kin take of stupid orders. I want some of that gold, an' I plan ta git it." Shit, man, ya're really gonna git it. Ya know what the orders are.. His Florida tan barely colored his pink skin."Beer," I said. "Now and then." Can you quit?" he asked."Probably," I said, nodding. "I was downing a quart of booze every day back then, and I stopped doing that." Mr. Harder does not like you, says you're a wise guy and too damn old, bad for discipline he says, a trouble maker." The young man nodded his agreement and raised one thin eyebrow as he refolded the letter."Not much I can do about it." Buzzy and I had exchanged perhaps twenty words since. We were hesitant about the masturbation, but decided that we can see how it works out. We think it can be fun; however we think we need to go slow and do this in stages. If you men try to go faster than we feel is comfortable, we quit … period. Also, we must always be together in the same room and if anyone wants to stop, we all stop. Do you guys agree to that? “Agreed,” we responded. Rising to her feet, Ellen then took my hand and led me into the den. Once there, she sat next to me on. Al had also returned to his normal house cat form.“Thanks for the reminder about the money, Al,” I told him, as I lowered the property ward and moved forward to start collecting the money. There was enough of it that I needed something to put it all in. Al dragged over a canvas bag that the rockets had been in. It was a bit over-sized, but available, and I stuffed the money in it. It could be counted later where there was more light.“What are you going to do with the rest?” Al asked when I had.