" Shit, I can see that ya're right 'bout what happened. It was clearly self defense. Say, what's that cannon ya're holdin?" I'm a gunsmith and this is...a specially modified shotgun I made. My wife also uses one." That's really sumpthin'! Kin I see it?"I opened the breach and pulled out the shells. I handed the opened weapon to the marshal and he looked at it with the reverence it deserved at that day and time. "Son of a bitch! Kin I try it out?" Sure, Marshal. Where can we go?" That there vacant. After draining the liquid from the can of corn, she split it between the two plates. She had also put some condiments on the table. They ate up every bit of the food, rinsed the can out in the water, and threw the plates in the fire. Bonnie washed the two pans and the utensils in the river first, then with some dish soap, and rinsed them off with a bottle of water before returning them to the box.By this time, the boats that had anchored and watched them had gone. A few boats were still. ’ The waiter brought the bill and he signed for it, then closed the copy into the presentation book and stood up, moving to her chair and assisting her out of it. He offered her his arm, but she clasped his hand instead, choosing to appear less formal. They were after all, about to end any formalities in this relationship. ‘My room is on the fifth floor.’ He tried to sound casual, but she could sense a little uncertainty in his voice. It wasn’t unusual, but she preferred men who were confident. .. I’m Carole Forster. Yes, I’ve not been here before.”“Forster. Forster. Why is that name familiar? Anyway, it’ll come to me, I expect. Ah!” She cut off and waved at a younger woman, rather slim, across the room, who came across.“Mum?”“Rosie, this is Carole, who’s new here. Would you like to take her with you?” She turned back to Carole, “If you don’t mind, that is. I quite understand if you want to sit on your own...”“Oh, no, ma’am ... Margaret. I’d be happy to sit with someone who can tell.