A'moth finally spoke. "Gary, this car is registered in both our names. Our new names I should say. We're married, Isabelle... Oops! Sarah is our daugh...er... Open the glove compartment... and say goodbye to your old life."I pulled out some envelopes. I felt like Mr. Phelps on Mission Impossible. There was a Wyoming driver's ID in there with my picture and new name and signature on it, social- security cards, notarized birth certificates and marriage license, a joint First National Bank savings. "Para onde vais nharo?" - Questionou um deles para o negro. "Não tens nada a ver com isso. És guarda alfandegário?" - Redarguiu ele com ar de desdém. Nesse momento o Skin deu-lhe um murro na cara que o deitou ao chão, de seguida todos os restantes começaram ao pontapé. Apavorada, tentei fugir do local, mas fui agarrada por um deles, que me segurou pelas costas de forma bastante veemente. "onde vais, coisa boa?" - Sussurrou ele ao meu ouvido. " Por favor, deixem-nos ir embora" - Supliquei "claro. I'm glad to see you looking so happy, Jamie." Thanks, Dad," he said.Brian looked at his son in the mirror, dressed in his tuxedo, and said, "I am really proud of you. You have shown more maturity and character in the last six months than any other eighteen-year-old would. It does my heart good as a father to see how fine a man you have become. Lynn is going to flip when she sees you." Not as much as I'm going to when I see her," Jamie replied. "I just know she's going to look so stunning.. I was looking in one of Mike's Auto Trader's and found an ad:1967 Dodge PowerWagon. Short. Narrow. Farm truck. No rust. ATMT1520.'I responded to Auto Trader, charged five bucks to my card. They emailed pictures and a phone number, Havre, Montana. It looked like a farm truck. Short narrow box four by four. The photo of the speedometer showed 37 thousand miles, (Probably the second time around.)I called. "Never been off the ranch," the lady said. The price was right."Mikey? Sweetie? Can I borrow.