He looks askance, saying he has been informed different, and asks outright if I am indeed also known as the infamous William the Bowman who had travel...ed these parts previously, most recently known to have done so some six summers past. I pull the callow youth closer and hiss in his ear that I am simply Will Fletcher and that any mention of a Will Bowman in my presence or in any association with me is not to be countenanced. He foreswears ever mentioning the name again but persists in. I know at this point, sleep is not happening. Rolling over, I look at him, his big brown eyes looking down at me. “There you are, happy birthday again,” he whispers, before kissing me. His stubble tickles my face, as it always does. I kiss him back, smelling my favorite muffins. “What did you get me?” I sit up, peeking at the bag. “I got you an ice coffee, you’re favorite vanilla bean, with two blueberry muffins.” He offers me the bag. I open it, and dive into the first muffin. “Thank you,. "They're not, us'ally. The horns are sexual signs, even though bulls and cows both carry 'em. But bulls argue about territory and harems and them longhorns aren't placid." I'll say they're not." Look. Big boy here's been on a train and a boat and a train and another train and finally he's here. He's got young 'uns he knows. He's got water and fodder. An' now this stranger wants to invade. Hell, Gordy, you're a nice guy and you wouldn't stand for it." You're right." What next?" asked. .. or at least not the type of person I thought you were. I always thought you were stunningly beautiful. As I got to know you better I realized there was a lot more to you than that. You have strength and courage I didn't see in the beginning." I thought you were a bossy, arrogant fool when we met on that street corner," Molly replied as she rolled over so she faced Josh. "I risked my life to get stupid things. I hated you for making me throw away the things I 'needed.' Now I understand you.