Some of the comments were so infuriating that Tyra shouted back at them. But since speech occurs during exhalation, these short, terse utterances were...particularly difficult and painful. Mostly she just moaned. The taunting and mockery was so frustrating that she couldn't contain herself. She shook her head violently and cursed her tormentors the best she could but this only encouraged them more. The stream of insults from the people was non-stop. Several times she even forgot herself and. Oh My God! She was left with a face of pure intense LOVE! The love on her face was more than me. I was more than relieved now.Not knowing how to react or what to say, I turned twice or thrice to the window just quickly – out of shy and shame, but finally accepting everything that had happened there between us as I sat next to her. There was a real minute of silence between us. Then I saw her face again and she was like giving a “soo, that’s it.?” face. Now after these one or two minutes I was. "My future's on this ranch. We can pay the taxes somehow. Next year we'll check the appraisal when it first comes out and file a protest while there's still time."Gus grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that. But remember," he added, his expression turning grave again, "any time you boys decide among you that you want to pull up stakes, I won't stand in your way." Sure, Pop," Cal replied. "Well, be seeing you." With a wave of his hand, he took off.Pete got up from the table. He glanced at Millie,. ”“And there isn’t any reason for a minesweeper to go to SFO unless someone is meeting with some Fleet whiteshirts,” said Cyst.“Or the executive council itself,” added Blast.“Or both,” added Taz. “I’m telling you, Bookender and Admiral Mooz were there trying to change Homeland Policy. There’s no other reason.”“So, what the tork happened then?” asked Cyst. “They were all over the holos about changing policy before they left but haven’t said a Whoever damned word about it since they came back..