I guess the pilot wanted to get a low and slow look at the situation. The lieutenant grabbed that moment to open fire. It was a perfect strafing run. ...e killed eight people riding in a canopy-covered pickup, and ruptured their gasoline tanks. It caught fire, trapped the following pickup, and it blew. It was horrible carnage, Mike. Marie is pretty shaken. We're leaving in a few hours to fly direct to Vancouver, B.C. and I'll rent a vehicle. We'll join her people in Penticton."Mike stared at. Something about that felt strange, like something that should befelt but was missing. She had more to worry about though. Shewas still chained up, and a prisoner. What the devil had happenedto her, and was her Willow safe?~~~~~~Willow hummed to herself as she heard the shower run. Hersweetie was up and about. She looked down at herself and figuredthere was just enough time to get dressed before the bacon wasdone. She praised the gods for microwaves once again and ran totheir bedroom. Willow. .. so far?Joe said that once he had the characters well defined, he no longer wrote their scenes. They wrote their own story. He described it as opening the window on their world, watching them awhile, then slamming the window and quickly writing what he saw. Their flaws appeared in the story, just as they should. It's an amazing concept. I began to wonder if I had any rich characters in me.Late May 2006, I felt someone inside wanting to tell a story. While I'd normally ignore it, I felt the. ”“Thank you, Joss.”“Thank you, Mr. Merle.”When I drove the buggy down to the swimming hole, he pointed to where they’d been parking the buggy next to the bluff above the crick. There was a boom pole mounted on a post with a rope leading down to a wooden seat that was resting on some boards. The boom pole had a big sack tied on the opposite end from the seat to balance a load, and I could tell it was filled with sand. I had no idea how they controlled the boom pole when Mr. Merle was in the.