I don't know why Sam picked this time to take revenge, but he did. You are lucky to be alive."I thought, "so that's why Sam was able to slid that mons...er into her so easily. She had been black snaked before!" I said, "thanks for telling me Sheriff, but let it go no further. I don't want her name blackened." "Oh, don't worry, Charlie, not a word from me." I thought, "you will hold this over me to keep your job, you bastard."So here I sit, thirty years later, in my farmhouse kitchen, with Sam's. Right, boys?" Right!" the resounding answers came from the men moving in tight to the bar for their free drinks."Take over what, Link?" Mark questioned, standing inside the doorway to the Inn's barroom. "What do you have in mind?"Slowly, the powerful, barrel-chested man turned to face his chosen enemy, his drinking cohorts falling into a sudden silence. A dozen, maybe more, verbal retaliations raced through Link Morgan's brain at that particular moment. But none of them seemed appropriate. He. In all honesty, it was even worse than being called a "Faggot". I wasn't quite sure exactly what a faggot was, but I knew it had to be bad because it almost always started a fight.My Aunt Charlotte was not a big woman.In fact, she was shorter than me and probably only weighed about a hundred pounds. My sister Trisha was much bigger than her in the hips and she had a pair of melons for boobs that she had to lift with both hands to allow my mom to wash underneath when she came out of the kitchen. This day was to be dedicated to finding another chip carrier and following it back to its factory. We assumed that we would have to go pretty far afield to find one that was feeding an undamaged factory. To do that, we needed to get an early start. With two men aboard, our plans could manage 35-40 MPH, and that would set the limit of our search. The first step was to find another place where trees were being harvested. Only then could we expect to find a chip carrier in operation. We had no.