We can always walk up to that house later."Dad said, "I think it's a good plan, Son. You and Pat figure out a good spot to wait and watch. I'm going t... walk around the house and check the road a bit further." Be careful, Mister Dan." Thanks, Pat. I will." He moved off staying well away from the house and walking around it.We continued to watch and listen. It was over two hours later when I heard Dad approaching from the other side from where he left. He was alone. The generator was no longer. He had told her that the town was Wigan, but that he was sick of people cracking jokes about Wigan Pier, and pies.He was so attractive that she had been delighted when he had made overtures to her. Though he spoke of his childhood in Wigan and his following its rugby club, and though he talked about his University life at Cambridge and his successes as a sales managing director, she, like everyone else, still had known nothing about his family or his social life before he arrived in this area. In his time he had made many men bleed and not too few women, albeit in different ways. He didn’t relish his duty as jailor, and cried inside as much as they screamed without, and thank goodness his duty today was more swift and less agonizing: Taking the condemned to the block was always easier than torture and rape. The Huntsman, a name the Queen used more in jest than in deference, strode to the door he sought, third on the left. He looked over the warn keys on the ring thoughtfully, and. All was normal in New Saint Germain....Until a figure strolled into town atop a gorgeous thoroughbred mustang.Every one she passed would stop in their tracks to gander at this strange figure... A gorgeous woman, with long black hair flowing underneath a black and red-trimmed stetson.She had a red buttoned blouse on, with the buttons popped open just below her heaving bust threatening to expose her womanliness for all and sunder, and black leather chaps over pale denim, with the ends tucked into.