" Mr. Hardin, we do hope that you will decide to stay with us—don't we children?" she said, looking over at them.Jimmy and Sarah were to busy examin...ng the Stranger with their eyes to even bother to acknowledge.As night drew on Frank met many of the other families traveling with the wagon train. Finding himself in such pleasant and congenial company, long before he unrolled his bedroll for the night, he had already decided to accept Jed Baxter's kind invitation and join the wagon train.The next. He put down his backpack at the door, stroked my hair, put the fingers of his left hand under my chin and raised it. He lifted the name tag and smiled. He put out his hands and helped me to my feet and took me into his arms. He found my face and we kissed. He broke the kiss and smiling stated what I had hoped would be the obvious.“You’re ready tonight. Good, I am excited … maybe not quite as excited as you are, but excited.”I put my hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. “Put your stuff. Master, I was really beginning to think I should cancel our meeting as everything that could go wrong did. But I was determined not to annoy you, so I really could not take the chance on cancelling.I set off in good time to our arranged rendezvous, then the first bus never turned up and the next one was thirty minutes later, hence me, hurrying through the park gates, when I saw the figure sat on the bench. I glanced at my watch and could not be really sure it was you, as I was really late. I. ” “You are here, downstairs, at my hotel?” “Yep,” I replied “Take your time, you don’t need to dress up. I will see you in the lobby in twenty minutes.” Tracey looked exactly like her photographs, she had her hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing jeans and a sweater. The only thing that gave away her nationality was her white training shoes.I greeted her with a polite and chaste kiss on her cheek. Which felt somewhat strange given what we regularly talked about doing with each other when we.