"Laughing Kim turns from my arms and heads to the kitchen."I'll put everything away. You just empty the jeep and get a fire started. There's a big pil... of wood out back."Limping back to the jeep, I mumble as I grab more groceries and luggage. Looking up into the clouded sky, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Taking the flakes in my mouth, I taste the purity of nature. Being from the deep south, that was something I'd always wanted to do. Like the Charlie Brown cartoon. Laughing and. Anyway, I was mindful of what had happened to Mary, my first wife, so I fully intended that she learn to use a pistol, a shotgun, and a rifle.On our way out of town, I had her test herself to determine if her hand was large enough to handle a .44. It turned out that she could hold the pistol adequately with both hands, but she was a lost cause with only one hand. Likewise, she could manage my .44 Henry, but she was not real happy with it. Dammit, the stopping power of the .44 over the .38 was. It was fortunate that there had been no step of their journey during which the sisters were unaccompanied. There were great evils in the world. Bears and wolves and lynx and aurochs for sure, but also malevolent spirits that lurked in the darkness of the night forests and prowled across the moors. But when a company of men and women, mostly young but also some who were old, wizened and balding, strode together singing songs of praise to the celestial bodies and emboldened by the righteousness. There was privacy but not complete privacy. Peeping Toms could have a field day. It was that sort of browsing centre.I sat down without bothering to close the door as I was feeling suffocated. I opened my inbox and began to download the format my boss had sent me to fill and email back to him. It was an excel sheet. I opened my diary and began to fill that format with the relevant data while keeping an eye on the glass-door. Some ten minutes must have passed when I saw a young girl dressed in a.