"What's the beef? You say you've got to quit. What the hell does that mean? Aren't we treating you right? Seems to me you've gotten a pretty good brea... here." Well, now don't get defensive, Rudy," Sheldon countered. "I only said I'm thinking about it. I haven't done anything - no resumes out or anything. But I kind of think I need to get away from Boulder." Didn't mean to come down on you, you know." Rudy answered, offering his open package of chips. "It's just, I like you, like your work. I'd. She remembered my warning that we’d be missing both soft beds and hot water for the next month or longer.Rolling over on top of me, she said she wanted one more memory of a nice soft bed before we showered. Eventually we made it to the shower and enjoyed the hot water.After a good breakfast, we loaded up the horses and mules, and double checked our weapons. Mounting up, we rode down the slope, waving as we passed the mason’s camp. We broke into a canter as we crossed the Rio Grande, and turned. Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a sailing we will go."Wendy?" Megan?" I want to bring my boat closer ... Mobile? Maybe?" Let's check the maps." Good idea, Wendy ... you're pretty smart..." For an old lady?" Yeah." Megan giggled..."I didn't ... I mean ... ah ... shit." Gotcha." Wendy grinned. "You're pretty smart yourself ... for a kid."They both laughed.For awhile, there was the rustling of maps and Atlases and a lot of groaning at abandoned airfields and no fly zones."Now you know why I bought Sharpe Field .... Not a problem, though.”Jacob seemed to be deep in thought while working out the measurements. The shop owner was finishing up when he had a thought and brought his thought to words.“I’ll bet you are having trouble ripping sleeves on t-shirts. Correct?” he challenged, and Tim nodded yes. “Well, no problem. Here, let me measure your biceps at normal, then we shall measure when fully flexed.”Jacob wrapped the measuring tape around Tim’s bicep and wrote down the number. “Okay, flex.” Jacob nearly.