The dogs stood, hackles up when the two gruff looking men got close enough to see. Each of the pups baring teeth and emitting a slow growl as a warnin.... I stopped my chore waiting for them, rifle at the ready.They stopped a decent distance away, the one on horseback attempted to dismount. The dogs changed his mind as they stepped closer, their growls a bit louder and more teeth showing.They tipped their hats in greeting, the one on horseback asked, “Howdy, ma'am. Mind if I get down?”I looked. I brewed a pot of coffee and took it and a packet of biscuits out to the patio. I sat on a wooden bench, sipping the coffee and listened to the birds in the garden. The sun was peeking over the trees at the bottom of the garden, bathing the corner of the patio. I sat in the golden glow of morning sunlight.I needed to make some decisions.Did I really want to go to Denver? Yes, but I couldn’t have timed it any worse as it was turning out. It was only supposed to be for two years, but I’d be. I still turned up to practice, I was hammered half the time but I could play all right drunk so it wasn't a big deal. Pepper and I stayed cordial, Leila fretted after me and Ryan just enjoyed the ride.I wasn't a depressed, morbid character. Yeah, I was sad, but I was apparently fun, because I became fairly well known throughout the college. Our B-Team games were growing in popularity, and fights were a common occurrence on the field.Just like ice hockey the fans ate it up. Ryan and I were soon. Scott could hear them through his door as they screwed. One night he was watching a movie when they returned from a party and headed for the bedroom. After a bit the door opened and Shelly emerged in a robe and found a glass which she filled with wine.Scott asked, “Are you OK?”“Not really. Can I sit and watch the movie?”“Sure.”A few minutes later Shelly said, without turning her head, “I’d like a favor from you.”“I’d be glad to help. What is it.”This time Shelly turned and looked into his eyes,.