[...] Still, we figured it was just one of those random murders like you get in the city, and one of the Beaufort cousins took the house over and sold it to a young couple. But they were only there for a couple of weeks when they said they couldn’t stay there any more. It seemed someone had tried to strangle the wife in her sleep, but when the husband heard her choking there wasn’t anyone there but him and her. [...]

[...] Every night during the training period, Jim and his mentor stopped at a roadside tavern, one of the hundreds that still stand at the intersections of otherwise deserted country roads in the Southwest. Jim's job was to go into the bar and buy two cigars for the evening's patrol. Over the year of training, the routine became: Jim enters mostly empty bar. Barmaid yells "Hi Jim", Jim yells back. Jim buys cigars, says bye and leaves bar.


First night with Gun: Jim enters bar, barmaid ignores him. He is a little taken back, but then sees that patron at bar is pointing a pistol at the barmaid. Jim draws .357. Patron starts to turn. Jim sees second man with gun off to his right. [...]

Way back in 1992, I bought a 1960 Austin Mini with the intent to restore and drive it as my daily transportation. [...]