But, I was no fool. I knew I needed an education, and I needed a job too before I began the hunt for a mate. The GI Bill would pay for school, but, as... for a job, I wasn't a lifer and I would be mustered out of the military in just another sixty days. I called my friend Drew Wilson.Drew owned the Head Trip, a sawdust joint with pretensions to being a high class bistro where professionals hung out after work hours most days. Lawyers, doctors, a few cops, and some business types mixed and matched. Within minutes, they were dumping baskets loaded with pecans into the first wagon as Howard and Moses weighed them.Some men had grain scoops and used them to toss the pecans from piles on the ground into other wagons when there were no baskets. They gathered up the corners of the heavy blankets and pulled them up to dump pecans into the wagons too.By mid-afternoon, they had ten wagons loaded with an average of forty-six hundred pounds of pecans each. The men decided they would send them to on. The gates silently swungopen and we went through into a wide drive. Katie went on ahead, as Ifound myself getting slower and slower. My breathing was very labouredand to be honest, I wasn't feeling too great.I went round a sweeping bend and there in front of me was a largehouse. It looked more like a mansion with lots of rooms and set in hugeformal gardens. It made my garden look a bit like a postage stamp.I could see Nicola at the front door waiting for me holding Honey inher arms. I wearily. Everything had to be brand new! She must have all new clothes from the skin, out. Fortunately, there was a very good seamstress in Julesburg who could fit Sarah with the latest fashion. A visit was paied to this paragon two days later. Sarah, Carmelita, and I went--them with bubbling enthusiasm, me with trepidation (what did I know about women's clothes?). Of course, I had to approve of the dress, so they showed me picture after picture after picture after picture until it all became a blur. I.