They were looking out over a barren, red landscape dotted with boulders and rocks. About three hundred meters away a series of gentle hills were pokin... up from the ground. A steady wind was blowing from the west and clouds of dust went drifting by like red snow flurries. From the bottom of the doorway — which was three meters wide — a thin, aluminum ramp began to protrude, extending outward until its weight forced it towards the ground twenty meters below. Finally the end of it was resting on. I won't let you. It's totally sick thingto do!"The moment I utter the last syllable I know that I have only made thingsworse. Debbie's eyes which had begun to calm down a little now widen andstart flicking back and forth again. "Don't ever talk to your man likethat!" she says with some flecks of saliva on her lips. She comes at me withboth hands flying. I hold up my hands to protect my face from a rain ofblows. She slaps and punches me. I roll over into a fetal position with myarms over my head. That would make an attempt successful even if all the attackers were killed.”We nodded. I responded. “We’ll be ready.”After a while, we went in for lunch. Once finished, the ladies gathered to dress. Mo was with us at Anna’s request. Mo and I brought our pistols with us. We dressed and put our pistols at the small of our backs. They weren’t invisible but you did have to look to see them. Mo looked at me. “Jar, do you really think there may be a problem?”“I don’t know. I think Bert is concerned. When Lobo finished, he turned to look at his master for a second before returning to his favorite place to lie and grin at Morales."Son. Of. A. Bitch," Morales whispered as he stared at the wolf. How did he understand what I wanted? Surely it was a fluke. I know I talk to myself all the time, but I haven't made any effort to teach him to piss in the bucket. Hell, I did call it the piss/brain bucket when I was trying to teach him the name of some of the things in here, but how in the hell ... Ah.