"Give my regards to the Missus." Will do. Have a nice evening, Mark," Carl said."You too, Carl."He watched Carl walk to the parking lot thinking that ...here weren't many people like him left in the world. Despite being relatively wealthy, Carl was an honest man who treated everyone with respect. He was a true humanitarian. He gave people a hand up rather than a hand out. There were a lot of people who worked in the pickle plant who had lives that had been broken by situations outside their. ’ Please read that story first! It is the back-story that provides the setting for what takes place in this story. ‘From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below. A city with a legend, the West Texas city of El Paso. Where long ago I heard a song about a Texas cowboy and a girl. And a little place called Rosa’s where he used to go and watch this beauty whirl.’ El Paso City, Marty Robbins Thanks to Lady Cibelle and techsan for their editing help. EL PASO AT TWENTY. Goodbye. See you later!” said Chris as he walked out the door with Jennifer. “Bye! Have a great time!”“We will.” said Jennifer and she closed the door. As soon as they left, I went and checked on the dog and he was still eating so I went downstairs and watched TV. I put on the movie “Interstellar”. I like space so it seemed like a good choice. During the movie, my girlfriend texted me.“Hey baby. Can you come over tonight?”“Sorry I’m dog-sitting tonight. How about tomorrow night?”“Sure, that. What he looked like was really not relevant here. We went through a similar password exchange. Before we got down to business, he said, “Ah, I see you play darts.” He chuckled. It was then that I wished I had removed those darts. Rolling my eyes, “Guilty as charged.”Then he filled me in on what my grandfather had found of interest here.I half expected a sales pitch but was startled when he pulled out a gun. Oh crap, I thought, I didn’t feel like being shot again. But he didn’t point it at me,.