Maybe you will be here and we can talk some more. I hope so!"38 days from IndependenceNow that the Army had left to fight in the big war, Fort Laramie...was just a shadow of its former self. The Indians had gotten a lot more hostile and the Whites had left in droves for safer places to stay. The problem was, there weren't many safe places without the Army. There were still plenty of Indians around Fort Laramie, and they were pretty much as peaceful as ever. Nevertheless, the few Whites left. I used to tease him I was taller than him standing and laying down. His cheeks would turn rosy with embarrassment and we'd all laugh. That's how he knew he was one of us, but he was never quite one of us."You're going to stay here tonight, okay?" He shook his head up and down. "Do I need to call your mom?" He paused before shaking his head no. I didn't think so. She was a real cunt. She was always drunk, opening her legs for anyone who had a twenty. Rumor was that she didn't even know who. I’m in construction back in Missouri. Everybody comes from somewhere and No Forks, Missouri, qualifies, but just barely. We have a population explosion going on currently. Two ladies are expecting and one is about to have twins, meaning three new residents. We just might break into double digits, although no one is taking bets yet. It’s not that bad but it might as well be.“My folks live in another small burg, Monticello, New York. It’s just about 100 miles from here. What should take about two. He must have made a sound, though, because he could hear his nurse call out his name excitedly. A moment later, the warm sensation around his right hand disappeared, and something brushed his right cheek. He could sense he was alone now. Since nothing else seemed to work, he tried opening his eyes again, and this time he was rewarded with the blurry view of a tiled ceiling above him. He tried to move his head to let him see more, but it would only move fractionally to his right.There was much.