It was about seven fifteen when Mrs. Parsons joined us for dinner. Bea and I were both wearing casual clothing. Mrs. Parsons wore a robe, her hair was...unkempt, and she smelled, faintly, of alcohol. When she spoke, any doubts I might have entertained about her drinking were quickly vanquished."Forgive my appearance, Kenny. Tell me what you need from me." I noticed the redness of her eyes, and the uneven tone of her complexion. She looked older, unrested, and very vulnerable. I felt bad about. Madge hadn't visited but of course her and Ruth continued tophone and text. Madge was planning and working out her upcoming move toanother city and Ruth, having picked out her college was puttingtogether class offerings from the latest catalog and mailing in herpaperwork. She would leave soon and get another place in a new town aswell and start on her graduate degree in the summer interim and continueon the following fall. And of course arrangements had been made forTimmy. Since he was nearly. Again, “Fire.” Many Comanche fall with each volley. They reach the other end of the wagon train and stop.The lead Comanche turn around, and are very shocked to see so many of their war party dead, killed in the last charge. They also see me standing tall in my saddle with Tom just behind me while he reloads his shotgun and twelve large dogs are arrayed out in a ‘V’ line behind me, six on each side. I don’t know which shocks them the most, the sudden appearance of the huge dogs or their losses.. "Grandmother Sara. I don't like telling falsehoods. If the people here become troubled by me after knowing the truth then I will simply leave. But the truth is the best way to explain what has happened." Dracon replied still in that detached calm."Then please do so before my brain explodes." asked Parker."Very well," And he told the full story. "When I came in and saw what he had done I went into a rage. Once I was rid of him, I healed Sara." With that the rage drained away from him and he.