He's too old for this to be easy." Is he, it, dangerous?" I asked softly, meaning the saddle training."All depends on those two." Nick nodded softly t...o the pair in the paddock before me."How long has been like that?" I whispered."About long enough. See?"Nick nodded needlessly. I did see. Billy had started to move, slowly holding the horses head tight. I saw Freight's eye move and I'd swear he narrowed a brow. Billy moved again, slowly forward. Freight took one small step and his entire body. If we need to do it, at least I know we can." Do you know what you'll want to do first, equipment wise?" he asked."Roads will probably need to come first. Even gravel roads will require a lot of work. We'll also need some logging equipment so we don't waste any timber we have to remove. That leads to equipment for a sawmill so we don't waste the logs," I said."The equipment won't be much trouble, but men to operate it will take time," he said."We'll just have to wait and see if we have anyone. “Don’t get me wrong, I think that’s probably a good thing. Nobody taught you to be a racist.”“Taught me?”“Yeah, it’s taught. Somebody has to teach you to hate people with different skin. Like my friend Clark here.”“Fuck you,” Clark said. “I have good reasons.”“Yeah, and so do the white motherfuckers that want to lynch your ass because you’re black. You even said Mike was OK.”“I guess it helps to be not clued in,” Clark said.I shrugged, “I’m cool with you. I have no reason not to be.”“Babe in. "That's enough, General," Daddy's voice cut through the thoughts swirling in Kathy's head. "The war's over. She's not the enemy. She's your own flesh and blood." SON, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" Grand Dad roared so loudly that even Mutzi stopped in mid-stroke."No, Dad, not this time," Daddy said calmly. "Let her go. You're not playing, your not disciplining, you're hurting. Kathy studied her S&Mily Post and worked hard to make this party a success and you just walked in and took over. And now,".