They were crouched down, focused on something between them that she couldn’t make out. They didn’t have horses though, and brahmin rustlers always...had horses. Maybe they were lost and needed help finding their way to a town, she thought as she brought her horse to a trot down the hill. After a short ride, she came up to them. The men’s backs were still turned as she approached. One of them, the smaller man on the left, turned his head to face her.“Hiya!” She greeted them cheerily, raising a. His face had gone red and I wondered whathe was going to do but just then the village policeman walked past."Good afternoon, gentlemen," he said. "Nice day, isn't it." Good afternoon," I said back, while Lanchester muttered something,"Everything all right, sir," he asked Lanchester, I detected just atouch of sarcasm. I wondered if he had had some earlier dealings withhim."No? Then I'll be on my way."Just then Ruth came back out of the post office. She headed for the carbut as she brushed past. Until you cry."With those threats, which he knew she would carry out, making him quiver,he moved to the center of the room. Finger cymbals began to chime fromthe speakers. He remembered learning steps to go with this piece. Atthe time he had thought she was making him perform as just one more wayto mortify him. Now, as he began to undulate sinuously, he understoodthat there was more involved. Carl took delicate steps, rolling hiships, at the same time running his hands over the front of. We'd just finished the tour when Jane came around the corner looking for us. "Candy? They're here. Why don't you take Brandi down to meet them. Brandi? Come see me around 10:00, there's some paper work you'll need to fill out for me ok?"I nodded my head, though my falsetto wasn't bad, I didn't want to unnecessarily over do it either. Candy quickly led me to the waiting room, introducing me to the first morning's clients."Barbara, Jackie and Darlene? This is Brandi, our new assistant. She'll see.