“It's a fair old trip back to Manchester, so if we stay till the weekend it'll probably be until Saturday evening so we don't get the end-of-weekend...traffic madness. Other than that, yeah, just see how it goes. I mean, I want to use the camera, but not sure how much stuff there is around here until I run out of ideas”. “There are a couple of spots out of town, but you're right. Can't see how you'd need a full week. We had the idea of taking the boat over to Lundy, never been there”. “It's great. He's right; I didn't trust him enough to cosign his bank loan."Her speech became difficult to follow. "You didn't do me a favor. You ruined my life. You made him go away and he took my dream away with him." Have you taken the business plan to the bank?" What? Why would I do that? I'm all alone now." Don't let Clifford's leaving destroy your dream. There are scores of successful female entrepreneurs, and if you truly want to go into business, you can do it alone."Her silence told me that she was. The decline of the buffalo herds was a signal that it was time for them to move on and the only directions they could head on were either west to the coastline or north to the lands of the Queen. A lot of their relatives had already headed up to Canada but they had heard rumors of ill treatment by the white settlers angry at the encroachment on their lands.Our little wagon train had no less than three wagons and we had plenty of supplies.The widow Mason was none too happy about our exodus west. Venice stepped out of the car. She was a stunning woman, even when soaked to the bone. Her long, black hair was wrapped around her, clinging to her fair skin. Her soft lips engaged in a small pout. Her dark eyes searching in the storm for a helpful man. Her wet denim skirt and now see through white blouse clinging to her small breasts and flat belly. Her long, tanned legs ending in a pair of patent stilettos. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts and paced around her car. About fifteen.