It took me almost three days to get to Brandy, and I barely made it before the bank closed. I turned in the $17,000, but he bank manager pissed and mo...aned about $162.17 that was missing. I did not comment.I picked up my $1,100 in reward money and got my receipts for the wanted men from the marshal. I sold the horses for $27 each, and got something for their weapons. In total, I made $1,599.26 for less than a week of work. This business of catching crooks could be very profitable!I figured that. You would have to know to make them and keep them working. It's too soon for your, er, our tribe, dear. As much as I'd love for you to have those conveniences, it's too early," I explained to my wife."I know. These things seem like magical to me. I have lived without them all of my life. I don't see a reason to worry about that. What do you think, Lora?" she asked her sister."I agree with you and our husband. Okay, he isn't technically my husband yet. But he will be soon enough, once I am. Slater looked over with warm eyes. “I’ll get her dried and then I will start getting her ready, maybe you can help me.” Sam was trembling as he stood next to his sister. Mr. Slater had a bottle of an adhesive substance and walked to the head of the table. “What we do here is close her eyes and mouth shut, don’t want those freaky peepers opening at her funeral and scaring everyone?” Sam stepped forward. “One sec.” He paused for a moment in front of Mr. Slater and leaned forward locking his lips. He wanted those seasoned older hands upon him again. Alex counted the days.*******Wednesday arrived. Sydney had written twenty emails explaining his wish to cancel.... And deleted all of them. His uncertainty waseating him alive. It was like a tug of war between what was right, and what was perfect. And here he was, at his desk, his finger on the delete button again. He bit into his knuckles, trying to tear himself away from the images and thoughts that tormented his mind.He had always been a.