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A short time later, Mike, Misti, Sam, Ben, and the girls, May and Kay, came to the house. They had brought a friend, that they had known in Germany, with them. He had returned at the end of his tour, was discharged, and had got a job with a company as an aircraft electrician. He had been single, but had been a friend to all the others in the squadron. He had been their "Lone Wolf" friend. All the wives had enjoyed keeping company with him, because of his skills, NOT ONLY in bed, but at his humor. When any of them had been "down in the dumps," HE could bring the out of it faster than ANYBODY.
Carl and Mike had become acquainted through Dave, but with Mike trying to open a new business, they hadn't had much time to visit. Carl, especially, had wanted Julia to meet them, and had invited them to "come over" and visit. That he had brought his friend was an unexpected bonus.
All the introductions were made, and they went out by the pool, with drinks and snacks. Misti and Sam had made a huge platter of egg rolls, and brought them to Carl's house. They were made with pork, bean sprouts, jacama, that had been shredded, and oyster sauce, with other ingredients. Misti had, just in case, written down the recipe. She also promised to have them over, so they could make some, together, so she could SHOW her how. Many thing were added by feel. She had also brought a jar full of the fish sauce that they used to season them, explaining that Mike also liked them with mayo, Miracle Whip, or gravy.
They had talked about some of the developments that had arisen with Mike's business. He had received permission from the company, to modify their programs, and market them. Mostly office management programs, but a few anti viral apps.
They sat happily, and Mike's friend, Anthony Seavers, had been taken by Chloe. She had been polite, but not much more than that, toward him. He had tried to ask her questions, but many of them were about her past, which was a taboo subject with her. She was not proud of her past, and wanted to keep it to herself, with the exceptions of Julia and Carl. She had opened to them more than she had to anyone else, before.
He had finally, all but given up on her. The men were talking about guns, and the upcoming hunting seasons, and the women were talking about the babies, which were making their first attempts at walking. Both of them were jolly little souls, that couldn't stand to be separated for even the least amount of time. Mommy and Grandma took care of them, and Daddy and Grandpa spoiled them rotten.
Chloe HAD elaborated on her comment at the gun store to Carl. She had been visiting her Grandparents, as she did almost every summer. She had been riding on the wheel guard of the tractor, and listening to his stories. He had been having trouble with some coyotes, and was carrying his shotgun, a pair of rifles, and had had the old pistol on his hip. He had taken the opportunity to do a little target shooting to teach his only grand daughter how to handle and shoot guns. She had fired both of the rifles and was fairly good with them, but when she fired the shotgun, an old double barreled coach gun, she had pulled the front trigger first, and it had fired BOTH barrels at the same time. The kick had put her on the seat of her pants. Grandpa had helped her up, and checked to see if she had been injured, then had dusted her off, and hugged her, explaining what she had done wrong. She had fired the shotgun several more times, impressed at how big the pattern, as her Grandpa had called it, became so soon. She had fired the weapon with the butt against her hip to absorb the recoil.
She had asked her Grandpa if she could shoot the old pistol, and after much wheedling, and pleading, he allowed her to hold it first, because, "It's so old and heavy, Sweetie, and you might get hurt." She hadn't given up, pleading almost to the point of making him angry. He had finally given in to her. He took her to a stand of trees, and cut an X in the bark of one of them and stepped off 10 paces. He had carefully handed her the gun. "It's a Walker Colt. It has a 14 inch barrel, and weighs almost 5 pounds. I load it with black powder, and don't shoot it much, because it kicks like a mule. When ya shoot it, hold on tight, and use BOTH hands. You have to cock the hammer to fire it. It's what is called a single action pistol." He handed it to her and held her shoulders to set her in the right position. It HAD been heavy. She raised it up, but had to lower it. Grandpa had smiled at her, and asked, "Are you SURE you want to shoot my old hog leg? She was nervous, but determined. She nodded to him. "Yes Grandpa. I'm sure."
He had smiled back at her, and had told her to lift it, and use her thumb to pull the hammer back. Then to aim, like he had shown her, and pull the trigger. She had done it all, and when it went off, she was enveloped in a dense cloud of grey smoke. It had tasted and smelled TERRIBLE!!! She batted the smoke away, and realized that she was sitting on the ground, AGAIN. Grandpa had picked the gun up from beside her. "SEE WHAT I TOLD YA? ARE YA HURT?"
He had picked her up and dusted her off, again. He asked if she wanted to try it, AGAIN, but she shook her head, "NO." THAT had been enough. He had taken the gun and blew on it to rid it of any dirt, and had done a neat toss, catching the gun in his right hand, using the left to hit the hammer, making the old gun roar in a long thunder clap of explosions. He took her hand and led her to the X he had cut in the tree. At each point of the X, was a neat hole. He had, what he called, FANNED the gun. His father and grandfathers had taught him to shoot when he was a little boy.
HIS Great Grandfather had been a U.S Marshal, and before, had been a Texas Ranger. He had met, or knew many of the people that were written about. He had known a boy, when HE (the Great Grandfather) had been a boy, that had been named Billy. A few years after that Billy had killed a man, and had begun to be called Billy the k**. He had also known Doc Holiday, and Wyatt Earp. He had also known a man called Heck Ramsey. He had mentioned a few ladies as well. His Great Grandfather had told him stories about a lady named Annie Oakley, and her boss, William Cody, that was also known "Buffalo Bill. He talked about another named Belle Starr, but he wouldn't tell him too much about a couple of other women he had known, until he was in his teens. Their names had been Slantin' Annie, and Long Nose Kate. He had figured it out as to why his Great Grandfather hadn't wanted to tell him about THEM until he was grown.
Even the women had paid attention to her stories about her ancestors. Julia remarked that she had learned about them from movies and reading about them in History books. She then told Chloe to read the books of a couple of Western authors, that seemed to have a wealth of information about all of the people she had named.
She had warmed up to Ants, as he was called, and they began to talk more. She was beginning to see him as a pleasant person, and not nosy, as she had thought at first. He was genuinely interested in her, and suggested that they might go out for coffee or supper some evening.
They called it an evening, and promised to get together the next day, again. William, Sharon, and George were going to be there, along with Dave, Carol, and Sarah. They were going to "burn some meat" on the grill, and have some fun. Carl told them, also that the pool boy had been in yesterday, and had tested the water, and cleaned th pool for them to sue. It WOULD be "CLOTHING OPTIONAL."
Carl and Mike had become acquainted through Dave, but with Mike trying to open a new business, they hadn't had much time to visit. Carl, especially, had wanted Julia to meet them, and had invited them to "come over" and visit. That he had brought his friend was an unexpected bonus.
All the introductions were made, and they went out by the pool, with drinks and snacks. Misti and Sam had made a huge platter of egg rolls, and brought them to Carl's house. They were made with pork, bean sprouts, jacama, that had been shredded, and oyster sauce, with other ingredients. Misti had, just in case, written down the recipe. She also promised to have them over, so they could make some, together, so she could SHOW her how. Many thing were added by feel. She had also brought a jar full of the fish sauce that they used to season them, explaining that Mike also liked them with mayo, Miracle Whip, or gravy.
They had talked about some of the developments that had arisen with Mike's business. He had received permission from the company, to modify their programs, and market them. Mostly office management programs, but a few anti viral apps.
They sat happily, and Mike's friend, Anthony Seavers, had been taken by Chloe. She had been polite, but not much more than that, toward him. He had tried to ask her questions, but many of them were about her past, which was a taboo subject with her. She was not proud of her past, and wanted to keep it to herself, with the exceptions of Julia and Carl. She had opened to them more than she had to anyone else, before.
He had finally, all but given up on her. The men were talking about guns, and the upcoming hunting seasons, and the women were talking about the babies, which were making their first attempts at walking. Both of them were jolly little souls, that couldn't stand to be separated for even the least amount of time. Mommy and Grandma took care of them, and Daddy and Grandpa spoiled them rotten.
Chloe HAD elaborated on her comment at the gun store to Carl. She had been visiting her Grandparents, as she did almost every summer. She had been riding on the wheel guard of the tractor, and listening to his stories. He had been having trouble with some coyotes, and was carrying his shotgun, a pair of rifles, and had had the old pistol on his hip. He had taken the opportunity to do a little target shooting to teach his only grand daughter how to handle and shoot guns. She had fired both of the rifles and was fairly good with them, but when she fired the shotgun, an old double barreled coach gun, she had pulled the front trigger first, and it had fired BOTH barrels at the same time. The kick had put her on the seat of her pants. Grandpa had helped her up, and checked to see if she had been injured, then had dusted her off, and hugged her, explaining what she had done wrong. She had fired the shotgun several more times, impressed at how big the pattern, as her Grandpa had called it, became so soon. She had fired the weapon with the butt against her hip to absorb the recoil.
She had asked her Grandpa if she could shoot the old pistol, and after much wheedling, and pleading, he allowed her to hold it first, because, "It's so old and heavy, Sweetie, and you might get hurt." She hadn't given up, pleading almost to the point of making him angry. He had finally given in to her. He took her to a stand of trees, and cut an X in the bark of one of them and stepped off 10 paces. He had carefully handed her the gun. "It's a Walker Colt. It has a 14 inch barrel, and weighs almost 5 pounds. I load it with black powder, and don't shoot it much, because it kicks like a mule. When ya shoot it, hold on tight, and use BOTH hands. You have to cock the hammer to fire it. It's what is called a single action pistol." He handed it to her and held her shoulders to set her in the right position. It HAD been heavy. She raised it up, but had to lower it. Grandpa had smiled at her, and asked, "Are you SURE you want to shoot my old hog leg? She was nervous, but determined. She nodded to him. "Yes Grandpa. I'm sure."
He had smiled back at her, and had told her to lift it, and use her thumb to pull the hammer back. Then to aim, like he had shown her, and pull the trigger. She had done it all, and when it went off, she was enveloped in a dense cloud of grey smoke. It had tasted and smelled TERRIBLE!!! She batted the smoke away, and realized that she was sitting on the ground, AGAIN. Grandpa had picked the gun up from beside her. "SEE WHAT I TOLD YA? ARE YA HURT?"
He had picked her up and dusted her off, again. He asked if she wanted to try it, AGAIN, but she shook her head, "NO." THAT had been enough. He had taken the gun and blew on it to rid it of any dirt, and had done a neat toss, catching the gun in his right hand, using the left to hit the hammer, making the old gun roar in a long thunder clap of explosions. He took her hand and led her to the X he had cut in the tree. At each point of the X, was a neat hole. He had, what he called, FANNED the gun. His father and grandfathers had taught him to shoot when he was a little boy.
HIS Great Grandfather had been a U.S Marshal, and before, had been a Texas Ranger. He had met, or knew many of the people that were written about. He had known a boy, when HE (the Great Grandfather) had been a boy, that had been named Billy. A few years after that Billy had killed a man, and had begun to be called Billy the k**. He had also known Doc Holiday, and Wyatt Earp. He had also known a man called Heck Ramsey. He had mentioned a few ladies as well. His Great Grandfather had told him stories about a lady named Annie Oakley, and her boss, William Cody, that was also known "Buffalo Bill. He talked about another named Belle Starr, but he wouldn't tell him too much about a couple of other women he had known, until he was in his teens. Their names had been Slantin' Annie, and Long Nose Kate. He had figured it out as to why his Great Grandfather hadn't wanted to tell him about THEM until he was grown.
Even the women had paid attention to her stories about her ancestors. Julia remarked that she had learned about them from movies and reading about them in History books. She then told Chloe to read the books of a couple of Western authors, that seemed to have a wealth of information about all of the people she had named.
She had warmed up to Ants, as he was called, and they began to talk more. She was beginning to see him as a pleasant person, and not nosy, as she had thought at first. He was genuinely interested in her, and suggested that they might go out for coffee or supper some evening.
They called it an evening, and promised to get together the next day, again. William, Sharon, and George were going to be there, along with Dave, Carol, and Sarah. They were going to "burn some meat" on the grill, and have some fun. Carl told them, also that the pool boy had been in yesterday, and had tested the water, and cleaned th pool for them to sue. It WOULD be "CLOTHING OPTIONAL."
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