”“Yes Sir.”“Lets get back to the office and I’ll get you a badge to make it official, don’t let the folks get to you with remarks about yo...u bein’ Indian, they’ll come around and warm up to you.”The two walked out of the hotel as others looked at the sheriff and the tall Indian walking side by side. Some scoffed at the sight, some looked in awe at the tall man with the broad shoulders and black hat. He was near a foot taller than the sheriff.“Tom place your left hand on the bible and raise your. Both my mother and I caught my father eyeing Rita throughout the day. We exchanged knowing glances. It was obvious that my father was smitten with Rita. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. Now that I knew Rita was as much of a slut as the rest of my girls sharing her with my Dad was in the realm of possibilities.I mentioned that to my mother when we were alone and she smiled in agreement. "I'll find a way of broaching that subject with him soon."I went home with Rita that night. I had been. Then he smiled, "Bridget. Hi."She grinned. She could not stop. "Are you free for lunch?"The office manager started to answer but Wilson talked over her, "Yeah. What time?" 12:30?" She was still grinning, remembering how much fun he was, how good she felt just being around him."I'll be here."He let the office manager led him to the next department. She watched them go, waving as he glanced back before the door closed."Who was that?" Sandy virtually demanded."A very old friend." She sat down. I was not unaffected by these chance opportunities. I unlocked the van and opened the rear hatch, where the girls had stowed still more backpacks and duffel bags. Sally bent forward, giving me an extended look at her dirty, exposed buttocks. She found her duffel and searched for a change of clothing."I was sure I packed a pair of jeans, for when it got colder. I guess I must have left them at home. At least I have a towel."Sally faced me and rubbed the towel back and forth her backside like a.