"How much will it cost?" she asked with a worried look. "I can't afford a lot." If it's what I think it is, my minimum charge should handle it. Ten do...lars." He looked at her expectantly, hoping she wouldn't flinch at the cost."Oh ... that's not so bad. If that's all it is, you can go ahead and fix it. How long will it take?" she asked expectantly."Uh, if you come back in a couple of hours, it should be ready for you," he smiled."Oh, wow. I didn't think it would be that fast. I'll come back. I honestly hope they forcibly resist arrest. We’ve had enough. Thank you.” Henry turned and walked into the Sheriff’s Department.An elderly black man laughed. “Shiiit, This wasn’t no drug war. I’ve seen this before.”One of the T.V. reporters heard him and turned her microphone to him. “What do you mean, Sir?”“I said: I’ve seen this before. When I was a working man ‘bout forty years ago.”“What did you see then?” The reporter asked.“It was dem Riders. They was at war with dem Eye-talians. The. We're headed to the cafe for breakfast." Yeah, me, too. I don't know what I'm gonna do about food and water. There's no power or water in the old bank and I have to rewire and plumb it before there will be. No power means I have to eat out or do the sandwich thing as I can't afford to do anything else."Bill looked up when he heard Garrett say that. He said, "No power or water? You can't live like that. Let's go look at the old place after we eat. Maybe we can do something about that for. It was a nice car, too. Not some used hunk of junk, but a brand new, nice and shiny silver Jetta paid for with what was to be the money for her first semester at school.It was beautiful and she'd actually cried tears of pure, unadulterated joy when he had handed her the keys. She even hugged him and kissed him for the first time in several years while he laughed and smiled at her. She wouldn't have admitted out loud, but it was the first time in a long time that she'd actually had any good.