I'd like to be a hero but I find it a bit of a challenge." All right," she said, "here's the deal. Your lady is sitting someplace where she won't come... to any harm. We go for a ride in my car and talk to someone. You get to see her." Talk?" Talk." That still sounds hazardous to my health. Why don't they just give me a phone call? You've got my number." Another woman turned into the aisle pushing a trolley that held enough shopping to feed a small army for a month."Excuse me," she said pushing. The people would live on their reserves with no interference from the white men who were moving westward. **** It was a strange smell in the air that floated in the cold spring winds of Laguna Pueblo that fall in 1973. It smelled of soil, it smelled of rock, it smelled of death, a burning death fed in half-lives. But the elders knew of the angry spirits and desecration at Jackpile Mine, where time was measured in the spirits’ tears. **** Later the elder council met again with another great. I looked good. On the inside I was a wreck. Beginning as soon as I hung up the phone with my Bull the night before setting the time of his arrival, my stomach was full of butterflies and my mind with concern. Over and over again, I pondered what the evening would be like. I would ask myself questions I had no way of predicting the answers too. Would he really show? Would I be able to actually do this? Would Steven? The questions just rolled through my mind again and again….then the doorbell. Shweta was hoping for easy assignments. She will be on assignment for next 3days..“You better get ready at 6am, we have to reach before 9am” asmita told“Ok”This was the first night without fucking for her…. She woke up early & get ready, asmita came to pick her up at 6am. She was driving her own car. Both were wearing tight jeans & short t-shirt. their curves were clearly visible as it was skin tight.They both chatted about normal things for a while“Whats is the assignment for me?” shweta broke.