He may have seemed grumpy to some people but I found him fascinating and a great story teller.First, a little about myself; my name is Nina Moore, I'm...twenty-three and recently broke up with my latest boyfriend after catching him cheating on me. To be honest we were friends for two years but only became more serious in the last six months. Before Jake I had dated a few men, but nothing serious.I spent my time studying and learning my nursing skills. I was an only child and raised by my. I was groping for something to say, some apology or explanation, when she turned to face me and I saw that she was smiling. She took a step toward me and said, "I really enjoyed it. I don't get to see a guy doing that very often. Maybe next time you'll let me join you." And with that, she returned to her car, got in, and drove off, giving a little wave as she passed me. For a moment I just stood there, unable to believe that I had heard correctly. Then I managed to get my car open and. “Elena, write in English our address for Mister Carl.” She said something in Moldovan and Elena wrote it in the local writing as well. Then Elena smiled at me with a beautiful smile. The first one tonight. She wrote all that, then the information from her passport. I could see she had been to Greece from the stamps. Alina said something to Elena when she was done. It sounded like it started with a German ‘Thank you’. Danke, or something similar, then more words. Elena smiled at me again and. They'd made the top of the ridge. Only about a mile separated them now. Still didn't seem to be in any hurry to catch him, either. Made for worry, too. After all, they knew the country a hell of a lot better than he did. One thing seemed certain in the outlaw's mind. That posse didn't act like they were going to stop until they caught him.Suddenly his horse took a misstep, throwing the desperate outlaw and his mount off the side of the ridge. They fell in a tangle of limbs, horse and rider.