Amol sima ke kacha tane nilo. Sima amoler kane kane bollo amake bachan.amol bollo tomake bachatai asachi. Ai bole simar norom norom mai gulo tipte tip...e take ullango kore nija o ullango hoia khara barata simar hata dhoria dai. Sima vasurer dhone hath marta thakle vasur amolo simar mai gulo aro jor jor tipte thake. Sima gorom hoai ahhhah ohhh oooooooooffffff. Awaz suru kore,ate amol uttajito hoai sima ke chit kore suiya ter upor utha pala kore aakta mai chuste ar aaktake pok pok kore tipte. "Ok, Mista, ya kin go, since it be as clear a case of self-defense as dat."The Sheriff then turned to his deputies and said, "Jack, ya watch the bodies. Al, ya run an git the undertaker."The Sheriff strode off. The crowd of witnesses ran to the Saloon to tell their stories, and Jean continued on his journey to the hotel. He had not so much as rumpled his clothes."That was unfortunate. Now the whole town will know my method of fighting and my edge will be gone," thought Jean as he walked. "Well,. The woman was busy studying the contents of a black leather portfolio, and every so often she would use a pen to make a notation on one of the pages. She’s got a head for business, he thought. She’s focused on that portfolio and completely unaware of the rest of us in this room. That made him smile, and his sat back comfortably in his chair to admire the view. She wouldn’t look up for a long time, he knew. He could look at her, admire her body and face and long hair, and she wouldn’t know for a. Prue liked him immediately. After a discussion with him, she and Tah both agreed he would be an asset as he could get the books set up and help with the registration of the company.Lyle and Walter went and got his gear and moved him. He’d have to give a weeks’ notice to his old job, but he could work on their stuff in the evening while he worked out his time. He was more than happy to be with Walter and had a good feeling about this new company.The fact Prue and even Tah hadn’t blinked an eye.