Of course the Montgomerys would have thick, healthy trees. He was wearing a black linen jacket, fashionably wrinkled, white Bermuda shorts, black, scu...fed loafers, no socks.I am so fucking proud of him.Vanessa had her right arm hooked through his left, her boob pressed, not accidentally, against him. Pilar and Mindy joined Vanessa in looking up into his unlined, smiling face.Mindy, the imp in her fully on display, must have asked Pilar the same question again. The little girl didn’t glance. He met her eye and smiled. She gave him her best sultry look."Nice outfit," he said."Thank you. I find it very comfortable." You’re not from around here are you?" No, I am new in town. Just looking for some fun," she answered, noticing him perusing the delicate collar she wore to let knowledgeable men identify her as a submissive. She reached up and caressed the collar, saying coolly, ?Do you know the kind of fun I mean?"The man gave tired smile and said, "You're a sub, right?"Demurely she. By late afternoon they had rounded up enough that they could choose the ones they wanted to sacrifice for the wedding feast. For Scott it had been a test of sorts: first to see how badly it hurt to sit a horse and second to see how his future wife and his two new hands did handling stock.One of the first things the two new hands had to learn was how to handle a gun, specifically his dad's and uncle's old 45 long Colts. Since Frankie was the smaller of the two she got his dad's gun and holster. With the reduction in numbers of children attending the church school of St Martin the diocesan education committee were eventually forced to close the school, as the up keep of the building was draining their funds, now that there was less money accruing. All the children of the parish now attend the Methodist school, where not only are they tolerated whatever branch of the Christian religion their parents follow, but also pay less fees.So there you have the Rector of St Martin's at Market.