Totally crazy. Comes at me swinging wildly with the bat."Come and get me asshole!" I yell. Oh, shit! I had grabbed one of my reenactment swords. N...t sharpened. At least solidly made, not some candy-assed fantasy sword for hanging on the wall. I block the bat several times.A brave neighbor tries to get to the girl. For his efforts, the crazy guy hits him in the head with the bat. He goes down, unconscious.I stab the jerk's back as hard as I can but the point isn't sharp enough to make a. I threw my delicate, cum-scented laundry into the dryer,started the crock pot, and headed off for the morning. I had a bit ofshopping to do in preparation for the day. After a few hours, when Iknew he had left for his morning meeting, I returned home, parking downthe street and out of view. Heading to the bedroom, the excitement wasbeating in my chest. I had waited for this day my whole life. I calledhis phone, left him a message that would bear no hint of what was tocome, and arranged. Ben was placing the potted plants, arranging and rearranging them until he was happy with the new design. When a new resident to the village interrupted him. Margaret Wheeler had come to ask what kind of plants were going into the raised garden beds near the walking paths. Margaret was hoping for vegetable gardens, rather than flowers. Ben said he was actually looking at flowers. Ben told her he would ask his boss and the village manager and see if he could arrange a vegetable patch. The. He had been in town for a couple of days and the way he handled himself with a quiet confidence lead people to believe he was older than he was. As he waited for Mr. Hobart the wagon master, he reflected on the journey so far. He had made good time without having to use his horses too hard and was pleased that he got to Fort Smith as fast as he did. When he arrived he had sent a short telegram to his parents to let them know where he was and that he was okay so far. In it he promised to post a.