“Montana was fine,” he said. “In fact, it was no different than here. Well, a lot more mountains and cooler temperatures, but that’s about all...”Leslie looked at him questioningly.“That’s the whole point,” he said. “It was just like here. Except I would have no friends and no one I could visit with or talk to. There would be no neighbor who would watch for me to come home and no neighbor’s mother who would make sure I didn’t starve.“I realized that I would miss those things if I left.”Leslie. I, on the other hand, went crazy. I found twelve of the repeating rifles, nine more shotguns, six of the S&W revolvers, and fourteen more Navy Colt revolvers, plus more ammunition. I sold off the older rifles and revolvers.Then I saw a strange plow at a feed and grain store. The man explained that it was a new, steel plow designed to till the prairie soil, cutting through the thick tangle of roots of the prairie grass. Older wooden plows broke quickly out here, and old iron plows required. “Smacking your ass, you little whore. Does Miss Slut love to get spanked? Smack! Smack! Smack! My little whore has been so bad.” “Listen, slut, you’ll not come until I say you can come. If you come, I shall have to spank you some more.” “Fuck, I’m going to come! Here it comes.” “Damn it, Laura! I told you that you could not come until I said so. Now I will smack your ass, and I think I will fuck that little rosebud too.” With that, Mark smacked my butt several more times. He then spat on. He placed his bet. He won the first one then lost the next two. Then he got on a roll. He won five hands in a row. He knew his limit. One more hand and he was done, win or lose. He bet $100, the table limit. The first was a Jack, 10 points. The next a six. He was sitting on 16. He had to go. One more card. A five! 21, a winner. Matt took his chips, a cool $800 worth. Not a bad day’s work, winning $950. He definitely felt lucky. He headed back to the room. Kris wanted tonight to go so well. She.