I could not see where the cameras were placed and the fight was running on much longer than it usually would for a movie.I was getting pretty hot stan...ing in the sun so I moved over to a more shady spot. This must have attracted the attention of a couple of the actors playing Indians. I could not imagine why it would be, but two of them turned away from the wagons and road toward me at a fast clip. I noticed that they were carrying lever action rifles so I knew that this had to be a movie. I. The damn fool would ruin everything just to try out that little punch-bowl.She would have been even more frantic had she not gotten her call from Ray. The ax-athlete was up again, up to see her. If Greg caused an explosion with Roberts, at least she would have an affair with Ray to fall back on. The burly man had asked her to become his mistress.She pulled into the motel and drove around to the back. She spotted Ray's car before she could find the number of his room. The brunette parked beside. He picked up his radio microphone and advised the dispatcher he was enroute. Abby stood at the back window of Greg’s house and watched the police vehicle back out of the garage, then start down the road, emergency lights flashing. She sighed, then turned, waked to the back door, and locked it. Just then the buzzer went off. It startled her and she jumped. ‘A quiche,’ she mused as she took that item out of the stove. ‘I guess Greg never read that book about real men not eating quiche.’ She. He’s become a bit more untrustworty lately.”It was good advice. The day before we left I did some hunting, coming on to a herd of deer wintering in a draw. I got three, field dressed them, fixed a travois, and hauled them to their camp. “You hang these, smoke ‘em a little. The cold should keep them, and you’ll have meat for a good while.”I helped Murphy hang them high enough to keep predators from getting them, shook his hand and left. We were gone before dawn the next morningWe took our time.