She knew that the secret to making this retreat work was the feminine energy of creativity, and as she actively bathed each of their female guests in ... welcoming radiance, she hummed with joy as she felt their auras link to hers and open to receive her gift.The men she didn’t worry about, she had felt all their energies connect with her in a series of jolts as their bus had made the final turn in front of the resort, and they had visually locked onto her stood next to the captain and staff in. ’ ‘Pardon me for being nosy, but is there a Mrs. Inhalt to share in these decisions?’ she asked with a serious look. ‘No, no Mrs. Inhalt,’ he said quietly. He thought he saw a hint of a smile, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. ‘Just me for now, but to clarify, I don’t want a ‘Macho Batchelor Pad’ or some all-male domain. I want it to be a home that I will want to live in for a long time. This location is very special and there aren’t many like it on the market.’ ‘You’re not kidding.. The town had a hotel, so we checked in. We sat on the upstairs veranda in rocking chairs and discussed what our next action should be. The women were tired of the freight business, so that settled that as far as I was concerned. We decided to sell the larger of the two wagons and the four mule team tomorrow. We could go anywhere we wished in the other wagon, and it did a very good job of hiding our money.The next question was what were we going to do with the rest of our lives. I announced. We found three Mexican toughs playing hell with the store contents while a fourth one held a gun on the owner.It was obvious what was going on, so we didn't hesitate. Since a gun was already drawn, we didn't waste time talking, but started shooting. Bob put a bullet through the back of the man with the gun. The bullet impact caused him to jerk his hand so that the discharged bullet wound up harmlessly in a wall.Meanwhile, I had my own gun drawn and pointing at the other three Mexicans who.