During the next month we had a lot to do on the ranch and with hopefully no delays we could be ready to go to Little Rock, AR for the trail. The day a...fter we got back we lay Arthur Scott to rest by Mom and Dad. The rest of the month was spent getting our cattle that were going to sell at the market ready and then getting them to market. Thankfully we did not have to get far to get them to the railhead at Jacksonville. While we were gathering the heard a saw something very special happening n. Though the cute girl was rocketing down her path a lot faster than Cynthia’s more hesitant trip. Estley beamed at the trio when they came in. She was wearing a white, tailored suit. Complete with top hat and cane. “Welcome to Madame Morgova’s Magical Menagerie.” She made a deep bow, sweeping the way with her hat and pointing with the knob on her cane. The Madame was a handsome, obese woman laying on a chaise lounge. Backed by a white trellises covered in ivy. She wore a red corset and skirts,. Since it was now well after 5:00 PM when the NMP had closed, and we were actually south of the NMP in the Greensboro Country Park, I was ready to inform the ladies that it was time to leave when Sylvia had another question.“They moved all the way from the First Defensive Line to here? That’s a long way!” she observed looking back to the area of the First Defensive Line.“Yes, it’s something like 750 yards, but they considered this a more defensible position. Back then the ground wasn’t the. He thought of you as his son. He was so proud when you ran for sheriff and won. He almost burst with pride when the government made you a federal marshal. It wasn't just the office either. It was the way you managed your duties. For me, I will miss him. My writing to you in prison was a highpoint in his life and he so looked forward to my letters."I guess the real tribute is what he has done with his teachings of Samson. He challenged him to learn at every turn. All of those times Samson came.