" Awwww ... You're so sweet." She paused a second, thinking. "But what are you going to tell your sister and brother?" Just a teeny tiny little lie or... two. I'm going to tell them you're eighteen. And we're married."Another squeal. "You think they'll believe you?" What are they gonna do, ask to see your driver's license?"Green eyes narrowed. "I don't know..."I continued, "They're my brother and sister. I don't think we have a problem."We were unlocking the T-hangar when Jim Hardesty drove up.. He was lyin' on his back, an' I could see a neat hole in his shirt. There wasn't much blood showin', so I figured that I had made another heart shot. Damn, I could stand fer that ta become a habit!This was a fairly successful road agent, judgin' from the amount of gold in his money belt an' pockets. He was carryin' $640 in gold an' some loose silver ta the tune of $28.40. His face wasn't on one of my posters, but he still paid off pretty good. His Winchester looked ta be a '73 model an' nearly. For that she in theory left via Dover, her passport actually presented by Nan as she left, in a wheelchair making a lot of fuss! She, returning via friends with a yacht and a transfer to our cruiser mid channel, so in theory she had vanished, in Europe Nan returning by Eurostar on her own. Faze 1 was over. We could now lose her body in the orchard where she had been asking to be buried, without fuss, without registration or ceremony, just as she wanted. It was towards the end of August that. “Care for some tea and an after-dinner joint?”My stash of Liberty Mountain weed was enough to give a decent buzz to two bored and stranded hunters. As they used to say while I was in basic training, “Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.”Relaxing a few feet from our hobo stove was delightful. The radiant warmth was almost enough to offset the chill of the below-freezing air. Thank God, it was a windless night.Cabin fever and frostbite are both threats to survival. Our hunting gear was top of the line but.