I called for Bran, standing for a moment next to one of the big trees cresting of the hill.Across the valley, like the ribs of a long buried ship were... the Erking standing stones. The valley was lovely in the early spring sunlight and life seemed the be everywhere.Bran appeared at my shoulder, quiet, as if he had stepped from the trunk of the tree itself. I smiled as I realised it was probable that that was exactly from where he had arrived. We both stood and surveyed the surrounding. Oh, shit! I'm sorry Rachel. I ... I'll leave now if you don't mind."My evil mind went into overtime."Wait! Just a second. Come on, get those slacks off and the ... whatever you've got on underneath too. I'll throw them in the washer. Surprisingly, he did."Now will you admit that you owe me something?" I asked gently."Well, yeah?" Get back on the couch Crotch," I said pushing him in the general direction.When we were both seated, I guided his mouth to my breast and took hold of his flaccid. Brian Nileson and his three sons met the train with their families and ten buses and four moving vans. This harvest of plenty had been delivered via that Union Pacific line on flatbed rail cars, and included a van full of fodder for the horses as well as a vat of freshly brewed bio-diesel from the Agricultural station in Eugene. Mat and Mor Steiner went a little giddy on seeing it, being more familiar than most with what it took to spring that much from the station. Sam got a good hug from. I took a Martini on ice as well and handed them over their glasses. “You live here alone, you said earlier?” Rosalyn asked. “Yeah. I lived here with my wife before she died almost sixteen years ago.” “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.” She said sincerely. “No it’s ok. I mean, it’s already sixteen years ago.” We had a nice chat for a while before passing to dinner. Denise was sitting quietly smiling beside me and listening to our conversation without saying a word. It wasn’t.