He dearly wanted to make a hand-to-hand kill to show that he was a worthy warrior before he died, but he had no time for the war path. The Whites were... putting so much pressure on his people that he was having to struggle to feed his family since his father was killed in that raid on the Army camp. Black Wolf was the only hunter left in his family, and very nearly the only hunter left in the band. He had been out hunting on this day when the troop of White cavalry had stumbled over him as he was. It was a nice atmosphere, a bar with four stools and a bartender was situated against the other wall. There was about fifteen tables, with half of them occupied, and two waiters providing service. A waiter, presumably Henri, arrived and offered them menus. "Do you have a wine menu?" asked Sister Bernice."Of course!" Henri responded, and returned in a moment with the requested list. When he returned, Ellen looked it over and selected a small bottle of a tasteful, moderately expensive wine. At. "We're pushing it if we can sleep so hard in the middle of the day." I told Trunk on the way down the stairs."We'll take it easier once we've reached our destination. It won't be endless hours on horseback and in the hot sun." Of course we will." I answered.Master Brook was glad to see us, and complimented us on our horses. We stopped to give them a good neck rub and an apple we'd grabbed from the common room on the way out."Sure, you can use the training pen. Its even free of the usual horse. "So, is Caitlyn a Daddy's girl?" I grinned, but got my answer when Caitlyn peppered David's face with kisses, to which he replied by hugging her tight.That was when I heard Danielle asking, "Why is Grandma holding Uncle Stewart's hand?"We all looked up and sure enough, none other than Mrs. Annabelle Tucker, Lisa's mother ... my own mother-in-law, was in Molly Malts, holding hands with Stewart Kimble, Amber's father. There was little doubt as to the meaning of this, naturally. Whether or not.