She looked even more tired than I felt. I glanced to the west, towards Az.Unease rippled through my stomach. I didn’t want to return to Az. I had so...many happy memories of our parents, of poor Katriana. Did they tear down the burned ruins of our house? Had something new been built there in the last year? Had they erased any trace that the Falk family once lived in the scholarly city?How much would it hurt seeing all those places that once brought me joy before Prince Meinard perverted them with. “You fainted. If there was ever a checklist of the signs that you’re a mess, you aced it.”We laughed about it, and admitted that I had indeed lost consciousness, but I asserted that it was because Mel was so beautiful. That earned me a kiss - and the declaration that I was full of shit. We had a pleasant evening, talking through our meal about nothing in particular and enjoying the company. Jason and Stephanie were very affectionate, reveling in the freedom of not having to hide their. " story, will no doubt remember Frank Hardin's friend, the gunfighter, Emmett Lacey. This is his Story...Saying goodbye...Emmett Herron stood by the new-made grave heartbroken. She's gone... , he thought, as tears streamed unashamed down his craggy weather beaten face.Talking low, his voice a mournful whisper he said, "Aw, Emma, Darlin'... , you and I have already been through our hard times. All that's left down the trail is the good times we should have enjoyed together," he said, still. No time to set up for the barbecue, unless the boys can do it." "The boys?" laughed Karen. "They don't know from squat about your precious grill, here, and barbecuing. Barbecuing was always 'Dad's thing'. Don't worry; I'll make arrangements for us to go out to lunch when you get back. Take the cell phone with you, hon. Don't worry about us." Mike gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, shouted good-bye into the house, got into his old reliable Nissan pickup, and headed for the .