She laughed out loud when I said that, looking at me like I had just said the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. I started blushing, realizing that I...’d just made a fool of myself. I was young and naïve, not knowing how to play the game. “Adam,” she said, “I don’t need counseling. I need a little excitement in my life.” I looked at her and gulped. If she was saying what I thought she was saying, she was coming on to me. I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to say something clever, something. There were no surprises there. The census required a brief notation of the employment of each person listed. Sir Danbury had written 'Land-owner'. It wouldn't mean much nowadays but then land-owners were considered wealthy and owning land even with an Estate Manager would take up much of the land-owners time. I moved on to the 1901 census. The head of the house was Sir Dashwood Chandler, Danbury was recorded and described as Lieutenant, Essex Regiment. It was there that the family listing. She was still wearing the dress I had bought her and had the shotgun strapped behind her saddle. A well-soaked blanket covered her shoulders, but her long black hair was rain damp and hung loose almost to the horse's back and her bare legs gripped the animal's side."What're you doin' here?" I asked after I recovered from my surprise."Lookin' f'you," she said. "I done killed a man. They's after me. I heard 'bout the army goin' this'a way."We rode off the trail and got under some trees that gave. You have given us so much love and support over the hard years', this is the start of the good years'. I'll buy the frame and s*s will mount it for you".Matt walked in as we were having a family hug and stopped. He had told me he still was not sure where he fitted in with the whole family and I had used the grown up word, partner, not boyfriend to show him. Mum waved Matt into our hug with the print. As he came closer and took the photo, he saw the content, he smiled and she put her arm around.