She didn’t. I went back in the dressing room and got undressed. Ashley picked up all the clothes I had tried on and took them out to the counter. Sh...e said she saw something else that would look good. I waited a few minutes then realized she had taken my clothes with her too. I peeked out of the dressing room and saw her sitting in a chair across the store smiling at me. She said she had paid for everything and it was time to go. I looked at her and she held up my t-shirt and shorts and told me. My daughter deserved better than "that". She was gorgeous and smart and could be anything she wanted, if only she didn't get into the wrong crowd.Our home life was mediocre, boring. It was the life I chose after having a father that moved all over the world and who was rarely home, since he was in the army. Sure, I was unsatisfied with my lot in life, but wasn't about to throw that away. I had lived the way I had for sixteen years, mostly for my daughter, to give her the home life I never had.I. Charles and Laura had you, then decided there would be no more kids.”“So, what happened to Dad and Carol,” I asked.“Apparently, around the time you turned either six or seven, Laura found out that Carol was back in town and told Charles to pick one and only one. This started a very loud argument out in the street in front of our neighbors.”“But dad got shot... who did that?“ I said getting loud.“Raymond, you need to calm down because the next part may be tough to hear and understand,” my sister. The only question was who would be the ones shedding the blood. Would it be the United States Cavalry or the American Indians with hope all but lost?The answer to that would be at the Little Big Horn and I knew when they started looking at the maps in the planning tent that the event was inevitable. I had no intent to reverse the course of history. It was a decision that I made years ago in the American Civil War. I knew enough of the science of linear timelines that such attempts might result.