“Just be careful around those thugs, they don’t like being made a fool of and tonight they looked pretty foolish.”We stopped in front of the hou...e and went inside. “Good night, Matt. Thanks for setting this up….it made my day.” I kissed him on the cheek and hugged him before I went into my room.“Ahhhhhh, sleep in my own bed,” I said out loud as I stripped and got between the sheets. My old bed is still the most comfortable place in the world. Before I knew it, I was asleep.PART 12When I. " "Thank you," I said, turned, and on shaky knees headed for the guest room.*** I slept late the next morning. I guess because I was up half the night sitting on the edge of the bed wondering what had become of me. I could hear noises coming from the bedroom down the hall and knew what was going on in there. It was almost unbearable. Finally the noises stopped and I just sat up listening to the silence. I knew that Greg and Laura had fallen asleep entwined in each other's arms. The image . One would obviously not get any prizes for guessing why he had been given this moniker. Big Red’s name was actually Kaspar, a name of mostly Scandinavian/Germanic origin, but he hated the name because most people pronounced it as Casper. Not seeing himself as a friendly white ghost, this was an anathema to him. My dad was one of the only people who addressed him by his real name because my father had been tutored successfully on the correct pronunciation.Kaspar worked on the oil rigs and made a. "They're camped a mile south of here. From the tracks, I counted four horses. They have a fire going. We're lucky. With the wind blowing into the gorge, they couldn't smell our fire." Reckon, we'll have a look at them?" Ned asked. "It sure looks fishy that they kept riding in the dark. You think they're after us?" Maybe so," Jim answered. "We can circle them. If we ride up the gorge a ways, there's another narrow valley that seems to lead to their camp. I reckon, we takes the horses and mules.