I turn and close the door. Walking around the house aimlessly, I find myself walking into the bedroom where we spent our last few hours together. Bed ...heets lay in a tangle, the smell of him still lingering in the air from his recent shower. I lie down on his side of the bed and snuggle my face into his pillow taking a deep breath in, remembering our last week. God I miss him already. How can he stand this life? Going from one mistress to another? One city to another? Leaving me here, time and. The WIFI signal would hold up that far I suspected. Turned out that on a Monday morning there was no hurry for the space. I left an hour after lunch, which was at 2PM.I arrived home just about 5PM. Since I had stayed in touch by cell phone, there was nothing new. The new sign in front of Sadie Mae’s was one of those horrible signs on wheels. I knew the city wouldn’t like that, but hell it was the weekend maybe the cop hadn’t bother. Then I got a look at it, and almost let out a cheer.Not sadly,. We kept the engines running, but opened the rear hatches. Most everyone dismounted, range walked over to a sandbag wall where there was a jerry-rigged urinal. We expelled some of the water we had been drinking since we woke up. Specialist, “Doc” Goldstein, our Medic, ensured everyone used the handwashing station. Last minute checks of straps, and other gear, then we climbed back aboard. Some guys began drinking another bottle of water.Thirty seconds before our start time, Stetson One began. He just knew they would be in Alamosa sometime the next day.There was snow drifted up under the trees along the trail, but he spotted a downed Aspen and raked the snow back to build a big fire on the downwind side of the log. He was hoping the log would be dry enough to burn, and save his firewood.By the time he had the horses taken care of and Wharton off his horse, the log had caught fire. Tying the horses and mules to nearby tree limbs, Hoyt fed and watered them. With a roaring fire burning.