There was nothing, so I assumed Mrs. Fletcher had spilled something when she went in for the sunscreen and forgot to clean up the floor. Shaking my he...d I used some paper towels to clean it up and then continued to the fridge. As I poured her a glass of orange juice, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. Putting the glass on the counter I turned to see Vikki getting out of her car through the window. “No way!” Adding some colorful curse words, I rushed back outside.. I'd gone light with the sauce and held off to moderate on the hickory smoke and while the Bar-B-Que was a little milder than I usually cooked, it was a good thing. None of them ended up with an upset stomach or a mouth hot enough to make them want to drink gallons of water and every one of them wanted to thank me on the furs. Hell, I let 'em.We didn't have any bacon ready for the next morning of course, but we made do with thin sliced aurochs and we had plenty of eggs and biscuits. There was no. Don't get me wrong, best friends for years; we'd been having a wonderful time. But our unspoken goal of meeting guys and losing it with someone really incredibly wasn't making any progress. Looking back it's easy to see how naïve and foolish we were, but at the time, we knew it all.That was why that evening as we hiked through the national park we were laughing and talking loudly as we shared our Southern Comfort. The camp was full, but the primitive sites were secluded so we weren't. Rolly also found out a bit more about the saloon where the damsel was being held. It was run by a man by the name of Meargen, who had a tough called Tobor, or just Tobe. Tobe was a bouncer and bodyguard, and a cutthroat when Meargen had the need. There were also two other men that worked for Meargen in the saloon/brothel. Both were fairly dim and would do Meargen's bidding. The camp was full of rough men, but they had their own set of rules that kept things running smoothly. Many of the miners.