I always liked Jimmy. We had been out with he and Meg a lot as a couple, so I had no fear of him."SHE doesn't have anything to say to you, you lowlife... piece of shit," I swore to make sure he knew I was pissed."You are so wrapped up in being macho with the bunch of losers you hang with that you can't even admit you love her, can you? I see all the trinkets and things you buy her. I bet your hoodlum friends would be surprised to see the cutesy stuff you buy her.Maybe you took her little bear with. Local weapons consisted of swords, knives, and bows of varying types.Eric's clothing would resist being cut by swords or punctured by arrows, to a point. His warrior reflexes were programmed and automatic. He had two hi-tech weapons with him, that should extricate him from most situations in an emergency.His medical bag was a copy of one that a ship's SNARK had seen. Included were seeming herbs and potions, but which were actually modern medications that worked as well, or better, than the. "My name Russell Jostling and I have a plane stored out at the grass strip a few miles north of here," he said."Yes I'm familiar with it," I said."Well I would like to bring it down here. Your strip is a lot closer to home than where it is now," Jostling said."To be honest right now, if the strip gets damaged there is only me, or mother nature to blame. I kind of like it that way," I said. "I don't have any insurance, and no liability to worry about." Hell I will wave all that legal mumbo. His eyes immediately locked onto a thin stream of water running out from under the shack and pooling a few short feet away. It was only about twelve inches across and shallow, no deeper than an inch or two. To a man near death from dehydration it looked like all the water a person could ever desire.Lou never even took to his feet. Pulling himself across the short distance of flat rock shelf on his knees, his hands scrabbling for purchase, Lou collapsed to his belly and dropped his face full.