He shrugged and silently poured me a glass. I pulled out my wallet and laid a five on the bar. He left it there and just watched me. I drank some beer...as the room watched me. “Is Mister Canty or Mister Hammett in?”The bartender nodded. “I’m Ron Canty. What do you want?”“Nice to meet you, sir. If you could just sign one of these bar napkins for me, I’ll finish my beer and get out of your way.” I slid a napkin towards him from a pile at the end of the bar.He rolled his eyes and snorted with. Go for it. I’m sure you’ve got everything set up for the new loan details!” He gets a nod yes in reply. “As you have to worry about the tax implications I’ll go with what you say on it. What I do want you to do is to set up a new company and to look at buying the two small freehold farms on Outlook Point and a few of the farms up against the cliff below them. No urgency, but I want them at a fair price and not an over the market price.”“Sure, Mack. I’ll put it down as something to keep an eye. I started making some advances like sending her SMS at night sometime, sharing some naughty jokes while chatting, I use to praise her a lot in our chats, I also use to express my loneliness and boredom due to lack of friends in Hyderabad, I started asking her to meet me for movies or discs, for which she use to say we will see. She asked me if I have a GF and I said I don’t have any now, she told me that she will introduce me to her younger colleagues and I may get lucky to get a new GF to. Finally we got to the Oklahoma Territory. It was April of 1889 and there was a big event called the Land Run. It was like a big race with everyone trying to get to the best sections of land. Sawyer got some land on a green Jill that had a small creek at the bottom. He said that this would be our new home. We lived out of the wagons through the spring and summer while Sawyer built the house, the nightly touches becoming more than touching. Often times Sawyer would have Billy sleep in the other.