Rita came out and we were invited in. I looked about and I could see a small plot of land not far from the house on a low rise that was the cemetery. ...here were some new crosses visible that hadn’t faded in the weather yet. I met Rita’s mother Naomi. She was a pleasant faced woman and after she and Rita put the meal on, she sat at the opposite end of the table from John Owen.John mentioned the raid on the Pickwell ranch and apologized again. He didn’t display any animosity toward me. There was. He spent half an hour placing bids before he looked up to say, "Well Sylvia we are off to pick up the trailer. We are going to take the open trailer this time."I didn't care which trailer, I was just glad to get started. Jerry drove back to his mobile home. It was parked on private property in the country. There he had two 25 foot by 8 foot trailers. One was open and one enclosed which made sense, if he wanted to get the maximum use from his pickup."Let me help you hitch it up," I said. "I. This was the final yoga session of the annual week-long retreat of the Mahana Mam and her Mams. Actually, fifteen Mams and Ami Davis. That Ami was the newest Mam was a little white lie perpetrated by the Mahana Mam this week that she was about to correct. Standing in front of these women she reflected on how she felt about them; sisters; daughters; students; lovers; equals. They were all of that and more. Things will be different after this evening, but better. Of that she was positive. She was. "Why does this make me uneasy?" he asked."Their are wards set," I answered, letting my wizard's sight pour over the twin cliffs. Ancient, powerful wards again, yet another link in the chain that bound those within the hermitage even while it protected them. "Wards that keep what's within, in and what's without, out. We'll camp here tonight. I want to study these wards." Shall we hunt for dinner then while you make camp?" Labo asked."Do you remember the last set of wards we passed through before.