" That damned no-dating policy," Grace growled."It's more than that, I think," Pat said, shaking her head. "It's like he's afraid he'll hurt me if he ...lets his feeling out." I know exactly what you mean," Grace nodded then sighed. "I'll admit it out loud: I love him too. Have practically since the first day he brought that silly box to my door. And yes, I get the same feeling: he looks at me as something more than just a client. I know it sounds stupid; I'm too old for him and there are so many. When I parked my car and was hauling my suitcase and gun case to the plane, I saw a new addition to the exterior. There was a big cartoon character under the cockpit on each side. 'Deputy Dawg' was now painted on each side, but the dog had a Lone Ranger type mask on. Someone couldn't stand for an airplane around here to look like an airplane.When I picked up the logbook from DeDe, she said, "Shawna thought your personal aircraft needed some distinction. You've really got her interest up with. Any Druid will treat a Ranger as an equal and vice versa."Puzzled, Birdie asked, "What do you think he wants to talk to me about?" Joining the Rangers," William answered with a smile. He gestured to the Ranger and said, "Go walk with him. Joe, Mark and I will follow you so that you have a little privacy for your chat."The three young men walked about thirty yards behind Birdie and Ken. Joe asked, "What do you think they are talking about?" About Ranger stuff," William answered."I've never heard. ”“My name is Joanna Pollock.”“But here, you are IS31/60.” Sassy Welling said that, as Bert was climbing into the driver’s seat. “Seat belt, Sixty.”The woman pouted obstinately, but reluctantly strapped herself in.Back at the Horseshoe, Sarah followed Bert and Sassy as they escorted Sixty to the door. The door, three-inch-thick, weathered oak, almost two hundred years old, swung open to reveal Major Prestwick, who stepped back to let them enter. He spoke first to Bert.“Reg is in the Centre and.