Then he asked quietly, "How are you really doing? Please tell me the truth."She looked at him sincerely and said softly, "I'm doing fine. I'm keeping ...usy and I'm eating and sleeping a little better each week. I'll survive ... don't worry about me."Wayne raised his eyebrows skeptically and said, "I've been watching you since you came in here. Two nice looking young men asked to join you and you turned them away. Why?" Why are you even asking me that? You should know why!" she whispered with a. "However, she has a steely glint that has never been in her eyes before and she doesn't even know it. The next morning everything is done very carefully and after she inspects herself makes a couple of changes. While it is not for the bastard's benefit she knows that it must be done. The drive to the place takes nearly an hour. She exits the vehicle and surveys the picnic area carefully, When she notices a male sitting alone he waves with a smile. Remembering her instructions she arranges a. Over the tea we talked.First we talked about ourselves. Tagus told me that he had ended up on Game World almost forty years ago as a young cabin boy on this very vessel. The craft had belonged to his uncle and it had been his maiden voyage. As Tagus told me the vessel had been plying waters far to the south when a flash of lightning had enveloped the vessel and it had been carried here. Over the years he'd worked his way upward aboard the vessel as others of his world had died off or were. Progress marched. The world was becomingcivilized. The woods, however, were not.That week's journey can be cut to three days by passing straight throughthe forest. Most don't believe the risks are worth the time. Those thatdo hire the services of a ranger such as myself, relying on our keeneyes and brooding wisdom for safe passage. There is good money to bemade in the brisk trade between the tobacco of the village, thecraftsmen of the town, and the rest of the world. With my help amerchant's.