Maybe it was overkill for the situation, but from the saddle I considered overkill much more desirable than underkill.We headed back toward my pasture... and other stock but passed it by and kept to the rough trail. I realized I was living on what was more or less a shelf which occurred between the level of the upper plateau and the ground floor along the river level. I didn't mind this a bit, but I did want to know the extent of things. After two hours I thought I never would.My shelf seemed to. Frozen in fright, he could not speak, and could not tear his eyes away from the light. As he stared at the illumination, he could faintly detect a shadowed figure that seemed to walk toward him. As the shadow got closer the more it took the form of a woman. As quickly as it appeared, the light disappeared, but the figure remained. His courage returned and he sat up in the bed, and the figure come closer. His eyes became adjusted to the darkness as he focused on the figure and what he seen he. The fresh, ice-cold beer was just what I needed, and I was beginning to feel a bit like a human being again.I was thinking I’d first open another beer and take a cold shower, and then later I’d fire up the old grill in the backyard and roast the two trout I had caught las weekend. It’d make a nice surprise for when my wife came home. As I took a glance out of the window to see if I dared to go out in the sun again, I discovered that I wasn’t home alone after all. Both my wife and son were out. That dress you wore on New Year's Eve was pretty nice," I suggested."Yeah ... I thought you'd like that," she chuckled. "Nice view from the top, eh?" Nice view top to bottom," I replied without thinking."Ohhh ... cheeky," she giggled. "What time?" How about seven o'clock. I'll pick you up at your place." I'll give you my address," she said, and did so."See you at seven tomorrow," I said."I'll be here," she laughed again before hanging up.Well, that was easier than I thought. She was just as.