A pair of Indians working with the mountain man guide went with them to make certain they didn’t get into any ambush with renegade Indians. One of t...e Indians was a half-breed with kinky hair that made him look like a strange mix of Indian and black man more like an Aborigine than a native Indian with darkened skin more from the sun than from genetics if the truth be known.The oldest boy who had just turned eighteen was called Jake and he was the one that was always smiling no matter the. "So are you."Coach Phillips bounced back up off the floor and bowed to Master Cho who bowed back. The students applauded. It was like watching something out of Kung Fu."Whitney. Brian." Coach Hancock called for us and we went to the center of the mat. We must have made quite a pair in our red gis with Whitney eight inches taller than me. We did a few forms side-by-side as Coach commented on the style and why forms in slow motion were important. Then we were ready to start. "This is an unusual. "Wait, please," Tanya said. "Can you explain that to me? I've seen very few concubines who don't envy citizens. How is it that you don't?"My mind whirled. I desperately tried to put together the right words to explain my feelings. Nothing I thought of seemed adequate. Finally I reached up to touch Tanya's hand. "I can't explain it. Follow me, perhaps if you see it, you'll understand."I led Tanya back the way we came. The speakers had been silent since the earlier fight and I tried to guess. He had a quick bite at a local café, bought a couple of bottles of wine from the liquor store and decided to go back to the lodge for sunset. He planned to open a bottle, sit on the balcony, ready and enjoy the sunset that was supposed to be stunning. After setting up his tripod and camera, he chose a chilled bottle of sauvignon blanc and sat facing the sea. The wine was crisp and light, with just the right amount of acidity. He plugged his headphones into the iPod, played some new-age indie.