The Judge wrote that, despite their best efforts, it wasn’t possible to keep track of either ‘the Boss’ or the middleman one hundred percent of ...the time. The watchers, including the Scout/Snipers, would lose both men somewhere in Santa Fe while following them at night at least forty percent of the time.The Judge had started marking the routes both men took, on a city map in his office, in the hope that he could identify through analysis where and how ‘the Boss’ and the middleman were losing. There were failures as well. Blackwood branches proved too stiff and brittle for a proper bow. The latest attempt was glowing embers in his fire pit.Like the rat, Logan paused every few minutes to listen for danger. It was never far away in this place, and the line between predator and prey was always shifting. He cooked rats and ate. He sipped nectar from plant stalks gathered after watching thirsty animals do it first. He braided thread and stitched hide. Occasionally, Logan slept.After. My legs shuffled as I stood finally granting me the ability to walk alongside this blond haired girl. She’s wearing a white dress accented with small reddish flowers along the bottom hem. Her stockings are white and shoes are black with clasps of gold. Her hair barely reached the tops of her shoulders and swung gently as we grew closer to the smiling crew of persons. The euphoric feeling they all had been bathed in fell away leaving all of them with expressionless faces. Their eyes looked tired. Toh boli accha mai ek muslim hoon meri choot ko shant karna sabki bas ki baat nhi .Maine bola saali kutiya ek din mera lund leke dekh pta chal jayega asli mard or asli chudai kya hoti hai. Toh usne kha thik hai meri jaan tujhe bhi azma lete hai. Toh humne chudai ka program banaya or uske gher per milne ka plan banaya. Sunday ko chudai ka plan banaya. Sunday ko raat 10 bje mai uske gher gya booke or choclates leke & condoms also. Usne darwaja khola waoo she is looking item bomb black colour ki.