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CHAPTER FOUR They lay on top of the white duvet on his queen size bed under a skylight he had installed himself. The noon sun drilled through at an angle, casting an oblong rectangle of bright yellow on the white wall. It had tracked along the wall as they finished the shower and started time number two in the bed. Number three finished him for the day for good, he thought as he collapsed into a quivering heap next to her, one hand draped across her flat stomach tracing indentations in the smooth expanse of skin. She wiped sweat from her forehead with the back one hand and rubbed the small of his back with the other. “Just like I remembered,” she said. “That could go either way,” Jake said. Gretchen rolled over to one side and cocked her head on her hand. “I think you know which way it went.” “You told me,” he nodded and switched to writing circles on her hip with the tip of his finger. “You were a little different.” “I’m a different man...

"I must confess Marshal, you are not the man I expected you to be." Eldridge turned his head to take in the room. Empty whisky bottles liked the shelves like glass flytraps. Judging from the number of black bodies crawling and buzzing around them, they were effective at that task. "Not a Marshal," Eldridge answered. "Not anymore." He pointed to an empty spot on his chest where a tin star might have been. "I was misinformed," the women's lips compressed into a thin line of determination. "Never the less, I have heard of your reputation." Eldridge blinked away some of the cobwebs gumming up his eyes, but he could do naught for the ones that fogged up his mind. He wondered for a brief moment how the woman came to be in his room and glanced over her shoulder to the open door leading out to a hallway beyond. She walked right in. Some alarm bell went off in the back of his skull. If she could walk right in while he was...

I wanted to share some adventure pictures - GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY EMBRACE ADVENTURE MAKE FUN WHERE YOU FIND IT

The Harvest Fest in Hillcrest seemed like a huge success. Huge crowds filled Kavanagh Blvd between the vendors lined up from the bandstand on one end to the Baggo contest on the other. We made the route six times. The first route was to check out the vendors on one side while we had a beer. It was as much fun to check out all the doggos out for a crowded stroll, and the people watching was incredible. The second route was back to the Baggo tournament to watch round one. This is the game where you throw beanbags at a hole in a board from twenty feet away, and it’s sort of hypnotic. There has to be a great story about how a drinking game graduated to tailgating essential all the way up to organized tournament play. It is a game best played with a drink in hand, and as it turns out, best watched as well. We went back into the crowd to search for Christmas items from vendors, and found three favorite spots.   Rock Monkey , Hillcrest Waterbugs, and...