She started get up. I pushed down on her head and she fell back onto the floor and onto the huge puddle she had created with a loud wet smack. Apparen...ly she didn't like that. No, not one bit. She got on her sc****d up knees and lunged for my legs. She got her arm around one of my legs and put her shoulder hard into my right knee. I think I may have heard something pop.A sudden pain shot up through my leg and up my spine. It registered loud and clear in the back of my head. I blinked a few. Lack of love. The world beset by these terrible traits. The predatory. The selfish. The uncaring. Interest based solely on monetary gain or worse against the interest in the other, in making things better for someone besides oneself, and gaining something from that. Honor. Nobility. Being a mensch. Whatever. Not purely selfless. You can’t help feeling better about yourself when you make things better for someone else. Love as a force to make good over evil. I believe that’s what Joe wanted to. Shit, if I had that much money, I would move my family to some big city and start living the life of the idle rich. Even I could learn to do that. I figured that there had to be something going on. Well, the only way I was going to find that out was by capturing one of the bandits and asking a few questions.Once I figured that I had milked all of the information I could from this bartender, I moved on to another saloon. Damned if the results were not the same here as at the first place. The. " I am," Jan said. "I am happy but I'm also scared. Things were so good but maybe she has a point. How can I risk losing the one stable relationship I have in my life?" By developing other stable relationships at the same time," Bryant offered. "Jan, look, you and I were in the same situation when I came down here. I had no one – outside of you – that I considered a friend. You know, that's not even right. I didn't even consider you a friend then, Jan. You were my closest coworker but really.