"Hi Christine," said John.Christine jerked around, slightly started and paused while she took in the man offering his hand. Finally she lifted her han... to his and said, "Hi, you must be Mr. Owens." Christine was not expecting the very handsome man now standing before her. She felt the rush of blood through her veins. John Owens appeared to be in his early thirties with sandy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. He was tall and very fit and was dressed casually in shorts and a golf shirt.John. Choosing a suitable mount was going to be difficult.“Fine looking horseflesh Corporal. You and your men should be proud.” The corporal and his men grinned and stood just a touch straighter. Looking over to Clive, “Well, Mr. Simon, As the new Livery Stable boss, what was your plan concerning these gentlemen and their horses?”Clive was confused, and He didn’t understand half of the interactions between the boss man and these riders. If it had been Cletus, He would have been doing everything in. Martha wanted me to come over for dinner but I wanted to wait until after dinner. On this occasion, Martha made the concession.I took the package I had made with me, and presented it to her."Mark, I don't want a divorce. I won't sign," she objected, trying to raise a roadblock."That won't stop the process. It may slow it, but it will eventually go through," I patiently explained..."I want it to be for your adultery," she insisted, pointing her finger at me, jabbing it in an aggressive manner.I. I'd never paid much attention to that side of society before, but I was finding its appeal by Steve's side.Most of his friends were into this fatalistic vision of the future. Never expect good things to happen and you won't be disappointed. Never trust the establishment and remain free. And above all else, don't worry about tomorrow, because it may never come.This club, if that's what you could call it, was nothing more than a big room with ragged old couches and bench style car seats placed.