But the bandit did the unexpected; instead of trying to shoot, he ran to his horse, mounted, and rode away. This infuriated Stan, because the bandit t...ook the knife with him!Stan had no way to chase the bandit, so he helped the driver move the limb and they resumed their journey. The next day, instead of taking the stage to Sacramento, Stan stopped by Grundy's office to tell him what happened and how he planned to handle the situation. Stan thought that the bandit's injury should keep him out of. Looks like I really don't have much of a choice. Iappreciate you sharing these with me. I do feel sorta silly though. Areyou sure you don't have anything else more ... well like boys clothes?" No. Sorry," she said. "Look Mark, no one is here but Linda, you and me,so no one will see you anyway. I'll get your clothes clean by tomorrowand by the time your parents and my husband arrive, you'll be back intoyour own clothes." Okay... I guess. I appreciate your help. Will you please promise me notto. With my hair styled, eyebrows thinned andpainted nails, there were no options left for me. I was, for allintents, a girl, and everyone thought so. Only my mother kept remindingme that she had warned me this would happen. Like the slave that alwaysfollowed a conquering hero as he entered Rome, whispering that "allglory is fleeting", my mother kept warning me that what I had done wasa mistake. Yet she went out of her way to assure that I passed everytest, and in every outer respect, was a young. Walking back to the car I politely thank her for her time but just as I was pulling away I asked her if she needed a lift, seeing as it was a frosty night out and she was only wearing a tight see-through shirt with a pair of jean shorts. She turns around, nods and says ‘you know what, that’d be amazing’. Opening the door for her to get in I ask her where she lives, she tells me that it’s only a few miles down the road so setting off I turned the music up a little to kill the awkward silence.