I was removing my makeup and jewelry, feeling beautiful since he was around, talking to him and smiling too.“Whisky?” I offered.“No. YOU!” He ...replied.Guilty, happy, nervous, angry, beautiful – mixed emotions.I hopped on the bed, sat right next to him and kissed him on the forehead.He pulled me close and hugged me tight. He hugged me like he had never hugged me before and like it was the last time he was hugging me. He slid his left hand from my waist to the back and his right hand from the back. I stopped off at the gunsmith’s on the way back to the Toro. Mister Klineman, the smith, was flummoxed that I was trading in the pistol I’d just bought from him, but he wasn’t about to turn down a chance to make a couple of bucks as I upgraded to a seven and a half inch Colt Cavalry. The pistol I ended up buying was expensive at twenty-two dollars, but it was a gem. The revolver was fit together perfectly and the action was as smooth as silk. Even with the extra two inches of barrel, the. His mother was a “mulatto,” meaning that her father– unknown, but probably the Lord of the Manor– was white. She was technically a free woman, having been freed by her master at his death, but her life was not much better than when she was a slave. She eked out a living in one of Vidalia’s “sporting houses.” His father... also white... probably from Natchez... was also unknown. Thus, through the introduction of two generations of unknown white fathers, the heritage of his mother’s had been. . to... please ? beat me ? as hard as you .. can?Matt couldn?t believe what he was hearing. How could his brother have such unbelievable courage so many hours into being hung on the cross? How in the world was this possible? Matt truly began to believe that the Hand of God was touching his brother today, empowering him with the will to endure. This, in turn, gave Matt the strength to do his part.Matt: ?I love you Evan. You?re an inspiration to me. I promise I will hurt you as bad as I.