"Better see him first." She closed the door to the cold wind. Behind her Beall had briefly glimpsed the new stove's glow.In the tavern he found Stud F...rrell stacking up dirty dishes for the slave woman in the kitchen. "Got another one, sheriff. Stage driver brung it in yesterday on his way north." From under a bottle Stud produced a folded piece of brown paper with "C. Bell" scribbled on the outside.The message inside was just two crudely printed words: GIL DED."Damn," said Alexander Beall. I knew that it wouldn't kill him, but I figured that he would pay more attention to my instructions, next time. His face turned red, and then turned blue as he ran out of air. He finally stopped coughing as he fainted, but his face was still blue.I wanted to help him, but the only thing I could think of to do was to blow air into his mouth while pinching his nose closed. Everybody had run up at the first sign of trouble and were standing around us in a big circle. They were all sure that the. I welcomed her to enter the house with the wave of my arm and told her to hang my jacket she borrowed last night back up in the closet of my room. I left the door open hoping she would just leave after returning it. I quietly returned to the position I was in, reclined, patiently waiting for my dinner to arrive. I sat there wrestling with my conscience trying to convince myself that fucking Stacy one time might be worth Aunt Lisa’s temporary anger. I just hoped Stacy would not put me in a. I still stoodin front of the toilet."You forget your manners greta. I wanted to be nice to you and you startall this bullshit from yesterday again. I thought we had made a big stepahead and now you try walking backwards again. I won?t have it. Look atyou, wearing a pink babydoll, pink panties, having all hair shaved offyour body except for a delightful also pink heart above your cocky.Don?t give me that bullshit again. You are a sissy or have you ever seena man looking like you? Now sit down.