One morning at the beach I met a civilian guy named Matt, he was really cool and didn’t hassle me about being in The Navy (the 80’s were not like ...oday when it came to appreciating our active military). Matt was a good looking young man 21 y/o same as me, very fit with shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes and really in superb shape, he was about 5’6” tall. I mention that because Maggi and I are very tall. I was 6’4” and weighed 215 lbs with about 6% body fat, not to brag, but I was an awesome. Kristin was dressed in a pair of snug fitting jeans, and an invitingly tight blouse. Her curves were perfect, and although she would not admit it, they were a renaissance artists dream of the perfect figure. Not full… not in the least. A slender waist accentuated by perfectly arched back, gorgeous hips and indulgent breasts that were not afraid of a little light. This month her hair had a rusty hue, and her eyes were all the more piercing for it. A sudden jolt of the train broke Kristin from. ‘What?’ She replied, seemingly shocked. ‘Of course not baby.’ They both knew it was a lie, but they also both knew it was what she needed to say. ‘You’re the only guy I flirt with, you know that.’ She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him gently on the neck. ‘You can’t get jealous over every guy that talks to me you know.’ Robert forced a smile. He knew that was a complete lie. A girl like Chrissy flirted with guys all the time. But he also knew the she was right about one thing — he could. This was unusual this late in the year. Cattle would certainly fat up on this feed. We occasionally ran onto trails where wild animals traveled. Once in awhile we saw unshod horse tracks, indicating there were Indians around.Before we arrived where Joe said would be a good site for a ranch house, we smelled smoke from a cook fire. We broke into the opening and saw some hide covered tipi built near a fairly large pool in a creek that was rippling down from a substantial ridge. I counted a couple.