"Not really. I'm pretty sure they're still here though. Are they armed?" We don't know. It appears that they may have gotten hold of something they co...ld pry up the boards with, but as for weapons, we don't think so," Anna replied as we pulled up to the stables. There was a ranch hand holding the reins to a couple of horses, already saddled and waiting for us. One of them had a rifle in a scabbard attached to the saddle."I figured horseback would be faster," Anna informed me.I just nodded as I. . . what goesaround comes around. If you want to live this kind of lifestyle . . .well, you're gonna run into shit like this. It happens."She just stared in disbelief at me for a moment, and then saidcalmly, "Well Mr. Jefferson . . . it's obvious that we don't look atthings the same way. First of all, the girls that work here are nodifferent than you or me. They're people too, and are just trying tomake a living. Just like you, they have responsibilities . . .financial obligations. I've. Above all things I wondered: how were they? Had they aged well? How was their health?When we arrived at the ranch they were both waiting on the porch. Our appearance must have been a surprise for them. From the car emerged a tall and slender woman, elegantly dressed in the latest fashion: hair in the latest style, makeup, manicure, pedicure, the works. I looked more like one of those fashion models in magazines or on TV that the pregnant girl that they had driven from her home several years. You would, of course, be working directly under her.” “I see,” she said. “I can see that this is an equal opportunity firm. I do believe that I can fully satisfy Julie’s needs and demands, Mr. Marshall. What position are you considering for me, Sir?” “Well, I think the title would be ‘Permanent Special Assistant’. Yes, I think that would satisfy the IRS requirements.” She laughed at that and asked, “By permanent, I take it you mean screwed on a desk?” “You are so perceptive, Wanda,” I replied,.