It’s a lot of labor ... two weeks easy.”“Would you be willing to give me a break as a friend?”“Adam -- this is how I make my living. I don�...t do wiring as a hobby or for fun -- it’s my career.”“You’re absolutely right. Of course, you deserve compensation for your time. I shouldn’t have asked.”“What I can do is to give you my prices on supplies and materials. That would save you a grand or so.”“Okay ... thanks.”“I’m figuring new, two hundred amp service with a new panel and all would be five. By the time passed, I was close enough to almost all of them, except the ones who still acted like I was in the early phase. Some of the guys had been on their own right from the time college started, not talking to anyone and spending that forty-five minutes journey calmly and in peace. But with us it was different, we were always screaming and excited in joy with each other. No one ever kept quiet and peace was not part of our journey.I was now in the group with Emily, George, Summer (Emily's. The saloon was noisy and boisterous when we arrived. The noise of conversation and laughter, as well as the smell of tobacco smoke and stale beer spilled out of the swinging doors when we opened them. While I’d had Old Bourbon County whiskey before, compliments of Dad, I’d never been in a saloon before. Everything I knew about saloons was what I heard from my dad and brothers, although never when Mom was around.“This gentleman here would like to know if you serve any good whiskey,” Samuel told. ”“She is.”“Why?”“Because she loved you.”“Why?”“Because you are our Daddy.”Taylor Erin O’Dell.My first child with Erin.My favorite.MY little girl.The one who was the leader of the Herd.Dead.I felt myself coming out of a fog. My head was throbbing. My face was wet. My body was shaking. I was crying. Hard.“Paul!”A soft hand on my shoulder.“Taylor? Erin?”“I’m here Sweetie.” Erin answered softly.“What happened?”“Three men broke into the yard at the house.” This time it was Lynn.“I remember that. The.