“How many of them coal shovels you got onboard?” Eli asked the fireman.“I got three, and they’re scoops, not shovels. One’s ‘bout wore out...though.”“You show these young men how to scoop coal at that boiler and they’ll spell you. I want to make Abilene by an hour after midnight!”“Marshal, it’s nigh on to 3:30 now,” the engineer yelled as they backed out past the last switch onto the mainline.“I know that, now get this damn thing lined out on these tracks and let’s get the hell out of here!” Eli. ..everyanguish I ever felt could not compare to the feelings that I hadnow..that feeling of lost love. Chapter Fourteen Third Hand, Fourth Day of the Month of Se'Kara Present DayI was beaten severely by Master Portous that night. he said 'firstlyfor being displeasing to Master Abruzzi and, secondly for speaking hisname out loud'. A slave is not permitted to speak the name of a freeman. I received 10 lashes for each one and Master. Ab mai story pe aata hun.Pooja mam muje history padhati thi aur kayi bacche unke yaha coaching karne jaate the mera dost b unme se ek tha ek din maine pucha ki vo kaisa padhati hai to usne bataya kiaha padhati hai vaha jyada bahe b nai hai aur sexy baate b karti hai t b aaja vaha padhne to maine pehle to mana kar diya phir kuch din sochne ke baad maine be tuitions join kar liya. Shuru me mai thoda sharmila tha pir maam ne mujse kuh baate ki aur wo nighty pehan ke padhati thi to unke boobs ke. She also knew how much despair and destruction the months to come would bring. As they said their good-byes Jamara cried tears of grief for she knew that this would be the last time she would ever see his beautiful smiling face. The scene of his death came to her the night before in a dream, but she could not tell him. No one should ever know his or her fate. Weeks turned into months and still the war did not end. One day an overwhelming sense of dread and heartache filled Jamara’s entire.