By the time the sun was set, Blaze was stretched out on a very comfortable bed with a bulging tummy. They had spied a camla while collecting wood and ...he man who had said his name was Darcy, had shot it. He had nearly scared her next life out of her with the noise the weapon he called a pistol made.She had no problem eating what he cooked for her, however. She had a preference for charred meat that still ran raw in the middle. He had kept asking her if it was cooked enough and she had shaken. It did not bother me. I was tired enough to have slept on the pine floor.Early the next morning, I heard my thin door squeak open and sat up quickly reaching for the pistol I had left under my cot. I ghostly figure approached in the dim morning light from the narrow dormer window. It seemed to float across the floor in a billow of white and black. My feeble brain finally figured out that it was a woman in a voluminous night dress, her long dark hair hanging loosely down her back with a few. You may dine, gamble a bit,have a drink at the bar... anything except clothing yourself or returningto your room. I'm sure that Miss Eggermount will have thingsstraightenedaround shortly, but until that time, we'll just use this simple expedientto keep you with us." But-but where can I go like this?" I protested, fluttering my hands."What can I do?"Suddenly the woman who had been standing with her back to me, turned. Andlooked at me. And smiled.It was Nan Boros!Panic-stricken, I turned and ran. When this young woman came in that I guessed to be a university student, yet she dressed with class. A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed off her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked me over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl’s toes. No rings she.