"Jason retreated to his horses and rode further downtown to the location of the little general store he and his family had patronized before the war. ...Old man Hudgens was still there, still trying to maintain his little business establishment. He greeted Jase with warm affection ... and sadness."Hello Jase, it's been a long time."Jase replied, "A very long time indeed, Mr. Hudgens, how are you?"Mr. Hudgens replied, "Not the best anymore, Jase, not the best. Too much has happened, too many. SundayDave turned up just after 1pm , we shook hands (bit formal) and I made him a drink and we waited for Big Lad who'd just gone to the supermarket to get some stuff. Dave was a stocky guy I'd say mid 40ish, full bear, short cropped hair, thick tattooed biceps, in a quick description I say he was a bull. I handed him a Stella, thought it might loosen him up a bit, he didn't waste any time on the subject what he was there for, he asked a lot of questions about Big Lad, I asked him if he had. I didn't think a High School girls' Volleyball game would normally get this much interest - I mean, a TV crew for God's sake! - And I also saw a press photographer running around with his big camera. A lot of the crowd filling the bleachers looked professionally well dressed and I guessed that they belonged with the expensive cars in the parking lot, but they were cheering just as loudly as everyone else. It looked as if most of the audience were St Ursula's supporters.The brass group played. Frank, is it possible that you could stay for a couple of hours of overtime to finish this job?" Well, I guess so John. I don't really like to work extra, but since it hasn't been needed very often this time should be OK," said Frank. "The kids really wear my wife out, and she looks forward to me getting home to give her some relief." Thanks a lot, Frank, I really appreciate it."John cleared the remaining jobs from his desk, putting several files into his briefcase. It was 10 to 5 and if he.