She had been lined up on the fence with the other girls, watching the riders in their preparations around the horses and steers, the afternoon sun war... on stetsons, boots, and belt buckles. She saw him then, spotted him right away, in a dusty halo. How could she say he was all that different from the others in his scuffed jeans and flannel shirt? Maybe his hair a touch longer, a shade lighter. His eyes a fraction bluer. But really she could not, she had just known inside that he was the. I checked the rail rifle she had been carrying before dumping the ammo into my hand.I turned to smash the stock and bend to barrel. I carried everything back to my pack and put it on with the bag. I walked to Caylith as I loaded the rifle and handed her the two bloody arrows. She grinned and took them and a shirt before using it to clean the points. I divided the water and cord from their packs between us and we headed east again.A couple of hours before dark I had Caylith kill a herbivore and. ’ ‘Haha, of course.’ Marco chuckled. ‘Now then let’s get you two comfortable, follow me per favore.’ He led us through the large restaurant, dodging waitresses and a large round table with people finishing off ‘Happy Birthday’, to a quiet table, somewhat separate from the rest of the restaurant. ‘I’ll be right back with some menu’s.’ Marco said, as he turned around and headed back to the reception desk. Matt stood behind me and I turned as he pulled out my chair and held his hands out, ‘Your. We try to correct them but they don't seem tounderstand."Willie grinned and knelt down, asking him, "You know your name is Willie,short for Wilfredo, right?" He nodded then added, "Me Billy no Willie."Willie nodded then added, "Alright, it's perfectly normal for a Will nameto be called Billy. If you can call your cousins DJ and JD and your uncle'Uncle Dan' then you can be called Billy. Better to be called Billy thanLittle Willie, I think that isn't exactly a nice name for a person if myBritish.