The customers he did have weren't the kind to spend much. He was always right on the edge of declaring bankruptcy, never had enough money to fix much ...hen it broke, and barely managed to pay his bills for beer and food. The roof leaked in a half-dozen places when it rained, which fortunately didn't happen often.Too many years of too much work, too much booze, too many cigarettes and the shrapnel he still carried in his body finally all conspired to lay him out for the count. I was working for a. The view was amazing but I didn't want him to see me looking. I almost jumped when he turned to say something to me just as I was sneaking a peek. But all he did was to ask me if it hurt my cock to be locked up inside my pants and I replied that it did until I got it adjusted right. Then he tried to talk me into taking it out; I told him it scared me but he insisted guys do it all the time.I had to admit to myself they did and that the back row was especially full of guys openly jerking off. So. This continued on for the two years before I graduated and went off to college. We saw each other off and on for a while after that but eventually her mother moved to California and I went back East. About a year or so later I was in Denver and called her at home. She was dating another guy by then but we made plans for a visit. When we saw each other it was like nothing had happened between the years apart. We fucked like rabbits for the whole weekend then off I went back to Europe and we lost. She thought I should talk to you about it.”“What did Blossom suggest?” Ben asked out of curiosity, looking up and gazing at the man as he spoke.“Swift Hawk is the key to this,” Big Ed pointed out bluntly. “Blossom tended to him yesterday. With luck he will live. The bullet that hit him didn’t hit any bones, and it didn’t hit anything vital. He’ll still need to rest up a bit before he can go hunting again, but so long as he doesn’t catch a fever he should be fine. Blossom thinks that you should.