. The Armenian..." She shivered."Tell me a little," I instructed her. "I think I'm dealing with him by proxy." You didn't fight. You didn't argue. You...didn't say no -- unless that was the proper answer. If you pissed him off, he would destroy you -- not just kill you -- and he made everyone else watch. New girls ... he would get a shipment in and start telling them to do things. Someone would balk -- and he would kill her, right then and there. Generally, he would shoot her -- several times --. I felt sure my shyster friend had built an escape hatch into the sale. I hadn't specifically told her not to act like a lawyer, so I was reasonably sure she had played the part to the hilt. It was just what Jen did and I loved her for it."Hello," the voice came through my cell phone. Of course only after it played the first few bars of 'The Magnificent Seven'."Hello," I said into it as much to shut it up as to communicate."Ms Stone, it Mark from His Laboring Few. I am on my way to your job. The road dipped into the gully and rose on the other side, so I had an excuse for entering the gully. It looked about 8 feet deep, so I could easily walk upright down it. The depth of the gully would also hide my horse, so I was going to have to give that a try.I rode into the gully and dismounted. I hobbled my horse, though I did not expect him to wander far because there was plenty of grass down in the gully, plus there was a little stream of water. I took my sawed-off shotgun and walked down. Initially nothing happened; it seems to take months from the time a magazine page is 'laid out' at the publishers to when it actually comes out in print. I spent months looking at a mailbox that was empty except for bills, until one day things started to happen.That first week I had five orders for my program, each at $49.99. Elated, I copied my disks for the customer, checked that they were good and mailed them out the same day. The next week there were about ten orders, then over twenty the.