“Sir,” I replied, “I can do the job. I will not fail you.”The Lt. was very direct. “When I see an unbuttoned button on your uniform, like I ...o now, I have to wonder if you even pay attention to details,” he replied.I looked down at my uniform top. Dammit. One freaking button was unbuttoned. The Lieutenant stood up and walked to where I was standing. He stood directly in front of me, looking straight at me, nose to nose, only inches from me. His steely blue eyes were piercing. The drill. "Make it quick buster, I want to know what the fuck you did to my girl and you better have some good answers!".After a painful minute she released my aching hand and pulled her petite plaything into my parlor.With a silent sigh of relief I retrieved my notes then poured some stale potato chips into my plastic Tupperware along with the two pint bottles of doctored Poland Springs water. Lucky for me butch Betty didn't remember me from high school. I was merely another pesky boy in the crowd of. ”“Dad, if we strike oil down on the Pecan Ridge location, do you think the railroad will run us a spur over there from the Frisco?” Jon David asked.“Jon David, check on that for us. They’re already setting the roadbed to grade right up to the edge of unassigned lands. You can bet, they’ll not stop there. See when they’ll have that part of the railroad finished into Texas and how close it will come to Pecan Ridge. Tell them we just moved twelve thousand head of cattle from down there and we may. ”“He’d drown.”“Oh, yeah. I guess he would.”“It would be fun to watch.”“Maybe not.”“So can he sit or stand?”“Yes.”“What’s that mean?”“I think it means that he can sit or stand.”“What do the rules say?”“Does anyone remember the rules?”“Who needs rules?”“We can always make up some more.”“He can get out of the water.”“Okay.”“Sure.”Chom said, “It’s been decided. The rules say that you don’t have to stand in the water. You can sit or stand on dry land while we say bad things about you.”“Thank you,”.