Freja was annoyed, bordering on angry and she wasn’t going to let him continue to ignore her. “More important than where we live is whether or not...you know anyone who lives in these homes?” Freja pointed out. “I sort of expected you wouldn’t answer my question and that’s fine. Anyways, my name is Gabriel and when I converse with naked women I like to get their names, somehow it seems more civilized. Would either of you care to introduce yourselves?” Gabriel’s voice oozed his self-confidence. It is gentlemanly to observe and say nothing. To comment on something such as that brings you down to Richard's level. You should aspire to be better than that." He turned away from me and walked back out to where everyone else was gathered in the living room. I felt like going back up to my bedroom and hiding out like Mrs. Parsons sometimes liked to do. Instead, I went out to the kitchen. Hans was talking to Gerta, and they were both laughing together until I came into the kitchen. Seeing me,. Then I noticed my nephew Paul standing at the far end of the room wearing his jeans but with no shirt on, he was also sweating as if he was running a marathon. Paul is my sister's son and he was only 20. A very nice k** and my favorite. He is accademically slow but he is very good in sports and he is a good looking guy. All our eyes met, I didn't exactly know what happen and how to react on it. Before I proceed on this part let's just go back a little so you will understand my marriage with. I'm tolerable. How about yerself?" I'm right tolerable, thank ya. I wanted to talk ta ya 'bout some of the things what have been happenin' at the Buckley ranch. Have ya got the time?" Shore do. I always got the time fer my friends and doubly so when it falls into the line of business. Fire away." Well, the first thin' what bothers me is why some stranger would shoot poor John Buckley from ambush. Cuz that's what he done, jus' like he done me. Is there some kind of range war goin' on aroun' her.