(*The McKinnon definition of "unwounded" appeared to be "able to walk and carry arms" as evidenced by the multiplicity of blood stained field dressing....)The last two biers, carrying the bodies of young men, rode smoothly on antigrav over the dirt path accompanied by stricken faced armed young women in chameleon armour with leashed head pieces, wearing Lovat green Glengarries with their black and red diced band and the Regimental Brooch of the once 8th Bn KOH (The McKinnons — long stricken from. I decided I would take a ride into town to see what kind of jobs there were. Out on the porch, I told Lexi and Robert why I was going into town. Robert stood up and walked down to the car with me. We talked for a minute, and I handed him my keys. He got in and drove. We made it into town, and there were a few places he took me too. The last stop was a little tavern. We went in, and he spoke to the man behind the bar. I sat in a booth and waited. A few minutes later they walked over, and Robert. But surprisingly he’d advanced into making a valued judgement – responding emotionally with concern about her personal relationship with someone else. He felt rising jealousy, attempts to whisper denials died in his throat, no doubt strangled by guilt. An hour earlier he’d behaved like a yokel, lunging backwards into this woman and hurting her, and now he was on the verge of thinking about mounting a seduction. He shook his head in wonderment – did this mean his post-divorce depression had. " "He was different,," she was explaining as we were interrupted by another well aged gentleman. "I wonder if I might talk to you privately for a moment," he requested, indicating his query was intended for Diane. "Excuse me," she tossed over her shoulder as she took the gentleman's extended hand and followed him off to a semi-secluded corner of the room. I was approached by Little Red Riding Hood who explained that we had never finished what we had started. Taking her by the hand I led.