“You aren’t fucking real,” Richard muttered in absolute disbelief.Jennifer and Richard stood in front of Santa, dumbfounded.“Oh, I’m very re...al Richie boy. I’m real enough to eat your wife’s fresh baked cookies,” Santa responded taking a bite out of one of Jennifer’s cookies.“These cookies won’t be the only thing I get into tonight that are warm and inviting either,” Santa teased with a hearty chuckle.“What the fuck are you talking about, Santa?” Richard asked, bewildered.“First off Richie,. She did not mind cleaning the stalls. She had been around horses her entire life and this was just one aspect that people get used to in the horsey life. The horses were in the field at the moment and she was working on the first stall.It was hot in the barn. She opened all of the doors to get a breeze blowing through it. That helped, but it still didn’t cool her off enough to be comfortable.She thought about taking off her top and shorts. That would help but she hadn’t planned very well for. Follow me outside where it's quieter."Marco immediately got up and a glance over his shoulder saw Gabrielgrabbing his coat and following. Once outside Marco took a couple stepsaway from the bar and waited for Gabriel to join him seconds later. Thetwo had enough privacy so Marco could truly sell his opportunity."I'll give you two choices," Marco announced. "I can pay you the money,"flashing a wad of cash at the young man, "or I can hook you up with agirl for the night."Gabriel looked at the man. I watched them for a few seconds to see if they would stay in a column of twos as they were or if they would spread out. When I saw them staying in a column even when they had room to ride abreast, I reached for my Enfield. I stretched out over the roof of the jouncing coach, plugged a percussion cap into the already loaded rifle, cocked the hammer and waited. There was no way I could acquire a clear sight picture with the coach bouncing and swaying. I did not need to make a difficult shot.