She came quickly and often, and she obviously enjoyed every minute of our prolonged shagging, sometimes braying with pleasure in a most unladylike man...er.I was busily white-washing when the muddy buggy came into the yard followed by two well-mounted Redcoats of some cavalry regiment that used blue facings and white breeches. The reverend nodded at me and the two officers tossed a glare in my direction as they went into the house. I took care of the three horses and then returned to splashing. Gold, maybe, or oil, or that new mineral everybody was talking about then, uranium.But he'd learned the hard way that there was no quick and easy way to get rich, here or anywhere else, and by 1960, after four years of working on riverboats, roughnecking on oil rigs, and finally, flying geologists into the Arctic tundra for a charter- plane operator he'd met in Alaska, he began to see the pieces falling into place.He must have watched a thousand men straggle into this desolate country at one. Ferguson standing right behind me. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. He leaned in to kiss me. I backed up and hit the shelf almost knocking it over. I wasn’t mad, scared or shocked that he was kissed me. I was freaking excited and happy, like oh my gosh. Mr. Ferguson, Mr. freaking Ferguson was kissing me. I couldn’t believe it. I broke the kiss. “Mr. Ferguson, do you really think that this is appropriate?” I questioned. “I don’t really care Ms. Montgomery. I saw you looking out your. “You go get educated and when you make a million bucks, come get us and make us foremen, you hear?” Sam said. The men turned away from G2 and passed the two cigarettes around their little circle. No one offered a puff to G2. That didn’t matter, really, because G2 never smoked, but it would have been nice to have been asked. Cigarettes were bad for you. That Surgeon General made sure everyone knew it years ago. He published big pictures of people’s diseased lungs and made the tobacco growers put.