" Has anything happened yet?" Not yet." 911 is for emergencies. If nothing has happened, get off the line. Call the police if you imagine you're in da...ger." Operator? One of the young men has just drawn a knife." If he stabs someone call 911, otherwise get off the line." CLICK."Sorry, Wendy. They only respond to after the fact emergencies."'It's ok, David. While the connection was open, I scanned the operator. The boy with the knife is her son and she knows very well what's going to happen.. Also, I will admit, none ... ever ... could hold a candle to the view in front of me.I let out a soft surprise of a laugh looking where I was and Lindie knew just what I was thinking. “I know. I’m leaking a little,” she said with a laugh of her own.“I don’t think your mother caught it when I wiped myself off during breakfast. I did discretely dispose of the napkin in the trash so she wouldn’t be aware we’d had sex.“And,” she added giggling, “I didn’t want to leave a spot on the chair!”I laughed. Now, I don't want think about NOT waking up next to either one of them. The future and what it would hold for the three of us is yet to be written but are looking forward to it.At Guthrie, I turned south to Anson and again picked up the 180.I was thinking about my living arrangements when I noticed a lot of dust up ahead. I automatically down-shifted to see what was going on. As I got up to the site of the dust I saw there was close to 200 head of cattle moving across the road with a couple of. This dead brown color soaked into the landscape. Blending in the distance, into one solid dull, dry golden brown. Lynn licked her parched lips, as the Station grew closer. It looked like a small tin barn with signs from the distance. As the rustic old service station grew closer, she saw a soda machine out front. Like an oasis in the desert or a magnet to the metal of her car. She pulled into the Indian Reservation Station, directly in front of the soda machine. Lynn turned the car key off and.