The, um, hair, I said pointing finding that a little odd. Donna laughed. Its from her father. That explains it, I said. Your accent seems familiar. I ...as very curious about this woman. I was born in Spain, she said. Married her father when I was twenty, had her two years later. Well, you are a very beautiful lady, just like your daughter, I said trying to compliment both without looking like a pervert. She blushed a bit and smiled. You had better watch this one, she can be quite aggressive. I. Since all the guest lectures are boring i decided to bunk it on my way out i saw swetha near the basket ball court. She was apparently doing some record stuff. Since i was free and bored i decided to go and chat with her. she was finishing her records and told me that since she had so many writing part to be done she had bunked the afternoon.I wished her luck and decided to leave, when she called me,”Patrick is you free? I turned around and replied “yeah sweah what’s up?”Well it’s so boring to. One could conjure up all manner of things past.“How long has it stood here Guy?”“Depends who you ask, but at least a couple of hundred years. It has a chequered history; religion, war and witches. What you might expect really Shelia.”“Can you get inside it at all?”“The hall is bolted up but the little tower you can,” said Guy as he walk up to it.“Come on take a peek inside.” he said pushing at the small heavy door.Once open, it revealed a short stone staircase which Shelia scampered up to find. They looked almost brand new. They smelled of new leather, also. Now he was ready to open them up. They were a lot heavier than the other two and the women's curiosity was piqued. He did a quick 'eenie-meenie' to decide on the left side first.He found seven boxes of .45 Long Colt shells, and four boxes of .44-40. That would match the Henry rifle from the saddle, and the Colt he'd found on the dead leader of the gang. Having a good supply of ammunition showed good planning on the leader's.