It wasn’t until she was sitting on the bed that she noticed she wasn’t alone. Amy’s brother was beside the wardrobe changing his t-shirt. Billie...watched as the material glided over his washboard stomach accentuating each muscle. She let a small sigh out and he quickly turned around. “Hi, what are you doing in my room!” he asked. “Sorry I just needed to sit down, I had some punch…” “Oh you some of my knockout punch!’ he interrupted. “Strong isn’t it?” Billie smiled and gazed into his deep brown. " I told her in all seriousness. "I like the sound of that." She said. "When does that happen?" "That happens when I can't drive anymore, when you become too distracting." I said, challenging her. "Sounds like a win-win for both of us," she said, "assuming we don't crash." "I like to think of it more as a win-when." I added. "We'll see about that." She said. There was a tractor trailer ahead of us, maybe a quarter mile. He wasn't going very fast, so were on pace to overtake him in about thirty. "Than you Broc" Gommu said to the huge man as he helped Raiden up"Come on Raiden I believe we have a lot to talk about!" Gommu said cheerily as he walked off and Raiden followed"I didn't know you had children Gommu" Raiden said in a surprised tone as Gommu smiled"Yes" Gommu began "They are twins, both seventeen, born not long after our fleet was sunken and I left the military, benders too strangely enough, Minori is a Fire bender, Ninori a water bender, mother died during birth though" Gommu. Meanwhile, over the next few weeks, there were more reports of rustling and the no-account sheriff was sitting in his office tsk-tsking over the problem. We ranchers had enough! We formed an association and organized our own "police force" to go after these rustlers. We set up a series of fire beacons across our properties to use to call for help during a rustling incident. As soon as a beacon was spotted to be burning, a watcher was to light two fires, one to call for help and the other to.