The men he was with were malnourished, pale, and filthy. Their clothes were worn and tattered. One of the men had already lost some teeth due to bad d...et. They had the kind of lethargy that came from living on a subsistence diet. Their muscles were soft from a lack of exercise. Their spirits had been broken along with their bodies.He paused to listen to the activity outside the shack. He could hear a half dozen voices talking off in the distance. There was an occasional sound of someone. The bike was the reason for my other encounter with the third sister, the eldest one who was about 9 years older than Ruth but much more old fashioned in the head if you catch my drift, she had a good figure but it was always wrapped up in cardigans, woolly jumpers and thick tweed skirts with as little flesh as possible showing on the outside, she was a very pleasant lady with a lovely temperament, never been married and she lived alone in a bungalow with her cats in a remote part of the. Those should make a noise”.They pick up a couple football-sized rocks and toss them into the hole and wait ... and wait. Nothing.They look at each other in amazement. One gets a determined look on his face and says “Hey ... over here in the weeds, there’s a railroad tie. Help me carry it over here. When we toss THAT sucker in, it’s GOTTA make some noise!”The two guys drag the heavy tie over to the hole and heave it in. Not a sound comes from the hole.Suddenly, out of the nearby woods, a goat. She looked up at me in surprise. "Daddy! Wha-?" It's okay, sweetheart. What's wrong?" I asked, as gently as I could.Through her broken crying and restarting her sentences several times, she related that a bunch of other girls told her that she wasn't pretty, would never get a date, and would die a lonely virgin.I pulled her in close to me. "Oh, sweetheart. They don't know what they're talking about. So you're wearing overalls and like your hair in two braids. That doesn't mean you're ugly."She.