Outside on thegrey moors the wind whistled through the heather and the bare hawthorn treesand then found its way to the lonely cottage in the inner de...ths of HeatherstoneMoor. Briefly it rattled the shutters and cut through the ruined sheds before thestorm front struck.Sheets of freezing water, untold gallons and tons of water splashed onto themoors from the open heavens. The water collected in pools of slimy mud andbristling reeds. It did not flow but soaked into the peat and mud making the. Terry, the barman, told me that the pub was generally quieter Monday to Thursday evenings, but that on Friday and Saturday nights it really pumped.After dinner on my first Thursday evening, I popped into the bar for my nightly beer. Sitting at the counter I observed a man enter. He looked like your typical cowboy. After placing his hat on a stand at the door, he approached the bar.Before ordering his beer he observed me and uttered a friendly, “Howdy.”Terry introduced the cowboy as Abe, and me. I pulled loose with a sucking plop, went to my office and clicked on the computer while I dressed, ignoring the moaning from the other room.The young girl who had disappeared was indeed a beauty, dark haired, almond eyed and for her age, voluptuous. Five-eight and a hundred twenty-five said the data. Then I had a list of friends and addresses plus a convent school name and location, a very expensive one where she was a senior. She didn't have a driver's license which made things easier, I. Whether it be on her lap while they watched T.V. or when she stayed a night in his bed, Luke only smiled when he was touching her. She knew that if he rolled over or she got up to get something, he'd instantly go back to sleeping with a frown.Right now, he was smiling. The sunlight sparkled its way across his blonde hair, turning it to spun gold. She smiled to herself and brushed some of his hair away from his face. Moria loved how innocent he looked when he slept; just as innocent as when he.