His pheasant under glass must be tasted to be believed. It is like ambrosia—fit for the gods.’ ‘I doubt that.’ She pouted. ‘I can’t tell y...u more, but this is a bad idea, a very bad idea. No good can come of you blithering off the train at this time.’ Of the many times that I have taken this trip, I have always met interesting characters on the way to the dinning car. Of those times, it seems like going to breakfast brings out the most interesting of these characters. This morning was to be no. That’s not legal.”“What about that? How come?”Joe had come up with Sam and me, and he answered, “They’s family. You may have heard of me. I’ve been here in the territory for nearly forty years. The name is Joseph Arcand. I took on a squaw when I came and most of the Indians here belong to me in one way or another. There weren’t many white men around, just Indians and trappers back then. Fort Laramie was built in ‘34 to service us that lived here.”“What tribe do they belong to?”“The Shoshone,. The only exception to monogamy such as you are talking about was an edict of 1650 by the Frankish Kreistag, after the terrible losses of men in the Thirty Years War. It said that every man should be allowed to marry two women, but I gather that the main impetus was to recover population levels.”Reg nodded. “I am with you. Surely then the terrible World War One losses provided much the same situation?”Fiona looked nonplussed, and responded, “I agree that World War One provided similar. Then on another occasion, we spend the night farther South in The Ozarks with a couple in their home, visiting with both he and she, but only the guy played. It was a good time until the next morning, when right in front of his lady, he's clinging to mine. Something none except him enjoyed. Needless to say, we are no longer in touch with him. A couple years ago, my gal hooks up with another married guy, and really enjoyed herself. But in every situation, each of these guys were white. Then.