Once outside he paused, looking across the street to the park. Several joggers plodded along the gravel path toward the small playground. Gazing at th... playground he saw some movement near the swings and walked a few steps in that direction until he noticed some park workers picking up trash. Glancing at his watch he saw it was still a bit early. He still strolled to the corner, stopping at the very edge of the curb and watched as the workers emptied a trash can and then walked on. Although the. Thank you for taking your time to follow this tale. Please enjoy. ******************** Was that a gunshot? Casey asked himself. There’s another one, he thought. Casey had just begun the trip up the ridge on his way back. He dropped his backpack which contained two twenty five pound bags, one of oats and one of rice, and ten cans of a variety of vegetables. I can pick it up later, he thought as he started to run toward the cabin. All he carried now was his .223 rifle and the Colt 1911 in the. I sat and listened, content to sit and enjoy hearing the stories. Even though I was, by several years, the youngest person at the table, and even, in soccer terms, the least experienced person at the table, I wasn't uncomfortable, since everybody effortlessly included me in their circle of conversation. I really felt as if I were a comrade, a fellow player of the game.Jake Lehigh had been working out at the YMCA gym, trying to muscle up for football, and the time he spent with free weights was. He thought that was a dumb reason, but it was a hard one to argue with. His people were strong on tradition, and he tried to go along with them when he believed that it made no real difference.Finally, he gave in—what else could he do? Nag, nag, nag. There was no way a poor husband could stand against the pressure of three wives constantly after him to add another to his harem. The question now was: who would it be? All of the women offered as candidates by his wives were young, in the range of.