They would ride in a horseless contraption the sheriff called an 'any terrain vehicle'. I watched Lucy as she saddled one of the mules, she seemed com...petent and experienced. I guessed I was staring at her a little too long, because she put her fists on her hips and turned to face me."I knew this was how it was going to be," she said crossly.I looked at her, a confused frown on my face."Pardon me?" I asked."Yesterday, I met a man from the slavery days, and today, he has me saddling a mule to. We exchanged pleasantries. She was with her kid who was in the car outside so she took my number and said she would call me later. I thought she might not call and I didn’t take her number. Later in the night around 11, I got a message from her asking if I had slept. I was surprised and replied back to her. That got us chatting and we went on for almost for more than an hour remembering the days we used to work together the good times we had as colleagues. As we chatted more we started to open. Suniyai thondai varai vizhungi oombum pozhuthu moodu thalaiku eeri vinthu vanthu vitathu.Amma magan sunni kanjai vizhinginaal, pinbu iruvarum nerungiya nanbargalaaga aagi vitargal. Magan maru naal amma mulaiyai velyil eduthu sappa aarambikiraan, amma magan thaliyil kai vaithu thadavi koduthaal. Iru mulai kaambaiyum kadithu suvaika aarambithaan, magan mulaiyai sappi vitu amma pavadaiyai thuki pundaiyil naaku poda aarambithan.Amma pundai perithaaga virnthu irukum, avalin eeramaana kuthiyil magan. Jack started up the trail first, running ahead of the rest of us. "Common slowpokes," she called back tauntingly, "I bet a snail could go faster than all of you." We just grinned and followed behind her, knowing from previous experience that she'd soon tire and be going along at the same pace as the rest of us. We all continued hiking up the narrow trail for the next hour, cheerfully joking with each other and enjoying the mountain scenery. Roger was in one of his more talkative moods,.