Rosie was always surrounded by her chattering friends, and she never looked at me. I had succeeded in becoming invisible to her, a fact which tormente... me. That childhood crush had not died over time, not at all. It had only gotten worse. In January of 1970 a blizzard of snow and cold came rushing down from Canada. What had been mild weather turned overnight into something else; whipping, bone-chilling gusts and blinding blankets of snow. The P.A. announcement came at noon announcing that due. Sure enough, an hour late she finally showed up. She was an older woman, probably close to doctor retirement age. She was in good shape, and today was looking a little bit frazzled. She sat down on a stool, took a drink out of her water bottle, and asked me what was wrong. I told her my feet, ankles and wrists were hurting. She had me get up on the exam table and listened to me breathe, felt my shoulders, elbows, wrists and fingers to see if they were hot or sore. Then she had me lie back on. Hackland had been wanting for a long time to get rid of his broken down Toyota truck and now I was willing to buy it from him."Is there anything wrong with the motor? " I said.I already knew that one or more pistons had seized in the block; that was the reason he had retired the small truck. Mr. Hackland was also probably aware that I knew this and not wanting to be branded a liar he had to admit the truth."Well now that I think about it, I think there was something wrong with the motor. It. Have just been charged with murder’. Elfego sends in reply, ‘Leaving at once with three eyewitnesses’.“Wow,” Tom exclaimed. “And, we’ll have a chance to watch him grow up?” I nodded that we would. “I can see why you were interested in his son, but what about Cisco? Why did you decide he’d make a good Deputy?”“Simple. He’s a future Town Marshall of Belen. I figure that if he has what it takes to become a Town Marshal and raise a son like Elfego, then I couldn’t go wrong trying him out as a US.