I don't want her here while we are working."Philip is taken aback. He glances at Agatha's eyes, and that dread he felt outside when he saw her getting...out of the Mercedes, is back."Ilene ... Do you mind if we work here alone? I want to get this done quickly ... And this may take a bit of time..." he asks, his voice trembling, fearing that Ilene might realize that it was Agatha that asked him to say that."Oh ... Sure, of course! I'm very sleepy already, so ... I'm going to bed, OK?" Thanks,. They don’t want their country ripped up by get rich quick merchants and then leave when it’s all gone. They’re all God fearing men who will defend their land with the last drop of their blood as all you farmers would do if someone tried to take your lands.“So you agree with them?” someone in the crowd yelled.Stanley looked sadly at them. “I left England when I was seventeen years old. My parents had nine children. Five died before they were four years old and my parents died of cholera from. “What happens if you don’t get that last three pounds sold?” Bill swung the engine and nosed out of the brush. Frankie’s response was a barely audible whisper.“I didn’t hear what you said,” he responded.“I… I don’t know, okay.”“Is he the type that would, well...?” Bill pointed gun fingers at her and flicked his wrist upward.“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, and I have no one else to sell to.”They drove in silence for a few more minutes, until Frankie sat up straight, and a smile stretched. I studied her face in the light of the fire. The night was somewhat chilly, so she was wearing sweatpants and a sweater. The fire reflected softly off her face and left it with a pleasant glow. Several times I caught her looking at me. I found myself missing the companionship of a woman. Here, in front of me was a wonderful person."How would you like to go on a day trip down the river with me, in my boat tomorrow?" I asked.I could see a broad smile makes its way across her face. "I would love.