For three weeks now, every night would be at least two right there in my room, spending the night with me---'monitoring' they called it. I think Kelso...believed I still had a stash of dope hidden somewhere, or maybe another pile of cash. Hell, they even had me down to only allowing me two beers at a time, lol. I couldn't help but love them though—not many had friends like that—that would just come get all up in ur ass, like an intervention, to 'save' you, so to speak. Everywhere I went, someone. Having no raincoats or umbrellas the cool rain quickly drenched me when I stepped outside to answer nature's call. I refused to let the girls go outside and found an old bucket which would crudely meet our needs. I shivered as we gathered some debris from inside the building by the open rear door and lit a small fire. Sitting by the small blaze I slowly dried. We caught rainwater in our mugs, mixing in the Tang, drank freely. After a boring day we curled up together having gotten nowhere. . His eyes were also following my slave, and I knew he was about to say something."Okay son, spill. Who is that amazing woman?" Which amazing woman? There are some real beauties here." You know exactly who I mean ... the one in the white leather that's showing more skin than the cow she's wearing."I nearly burst out laughing at the description, but answered him. "I don't know, Dad. She may be too much woman for you." Yeah, yeah, right. Who is she?" She's my slave ... or more accurately, she's one. Bill Hickock had been a rowdy gambler who'd sometimes take a job as a lawman when the cards weren't falling his way, until some writer back east had adopted him and made him famous as "Wild Bill".The dramatized publicity had scared one of Hickock's enemies so much he'd shot him in the back of his head while he was playing cards instead of standing up to him like a grown man. The bush-whacker had been hung out to dry on the nearest tree by Bill's friends, but that hadn't done Wild Bill much.