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Neil’s education is expanding and life Neil, I love nothing better than traipsing through museums and local historical sites…even better, I will be in Munich in mid-November….

The gauntlets have been thrown, o the fun to follow…

Sad but a truth over eons, think Jim Baker and Tammy…and don’t forget the selling of indulgences either…. It is a lie!" he thundered. "The Church has become a whore, sitting on a throne of gold while the faithful starve! She blesses the swords that cut down the poor! But God sees! God is not fooled! God is sharpening His blade!"

I was reading The Arms of Krupp, and came across that little nuggett. Their business model was to create an armor that was superior to all others, sell it like hotcakes then sell something that could defeat the armor. This really took off after gunpowder was in widespread use…it was a cycle of “new and improved “ armaments that went on for few centuries…

Don’t forget Ashot has his own band of feral munchkins, once they are aware, I suspect a lot of ghostly mayhem….

Wylan is more than capable and don’t forget Bran….Let’s see what the Ladies come up with…

It’s been what…five days and so much to still discover ….there are however, multitudes of red herrings…. And we have met the killer, if not Larry, how about the gardener?

Malik and Rhaelce need to stop this childlike behavior and truly sort things out…their current behavior is not helpful…accept what has happened and understand it for what it was….Malik is a bit disappointing ATM….

The real test will come when Levi is tossed in to the hormonal swimming pool called school….

Bartos is growing in strength with his use of the might. If we couldn’t have a house fall on the witch, or a pail of water, I’m happy with her finale… What will they be up against when this journey is over?

Oh my goodness…enough teenage angst to, fill a small swimming pool…this should be very interesting!

Hopefully Joel and Hank take it slow and with the blessings of the children.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and many thanks!

Now…I’d pay money to see this….

Looking forward to the next chapter…as you wrap up Book 2. I had to look up the following…..attempted 'golpe de estado' of 1981

And with Mr Park another red herring lands on the table….

Overconfidence is such a bad, ahem, habit…. He is blind, she thought, the realization filling her with arrogant, dismissive triumph. They have a crippled hedge-mage defending them. He reads the dirt like a worm. He cannot see the blood. She smiled, a thin, bloodless expression, monumentally underestimating the man who had just thrown her violently out of his husband's mind.

I like the description cosmetically challenged tragic skank much better…after all, if the description fits she best wear it…

Interesting beginning, let’s see where this goes….

As @drpaladin noted, take a hunting rifle and give Calder a love tap right behind the ear… Quick, easy, and sends the right message….

Oh my, I need a bottle of that wine! I loved this chapter and can’t wait for the next!

I’m sorry but I can’t find any empathy for Brian. I still feel he used Tommy for his own shellfish, cowardly ends. Knowingly stringing him along. I’m reminded of Charlie Brown and Lucy where she always pulls the football when he goes to kick it. And after so many years he still can’t truly face the truth. This was a well written story that grabbed the readers as one can see from the comments…

Tell me the winter chains are for something else….jeepers….house smoosh…it’s the car boys!,,,

How in the heck did I miss these words?????

As you noted, Wayne, we know, actually assume, that we know/understand some of the horrors of Taggert's past, a singular M/M experience, and the boy/man ran away. Pretty much that's all we can count on other than the constant wearing of the T-shirt, along with an overwhelming snippet of memory of fire and metal, and scrambling. The realization hit him so suddenly, it almost hurt. Safe. No disgust and shame. No shouting and fear. No regret curling through the room afterward. No fire and metal. No blinding pain. No exile. No scrambling to leave. No pretending it hadn’t happened. There's much to unpack and only limited, first-person flashbacks that, for us, are inconclusive. Hopefully Saturday's instalment sheds more light on Taggert's troubles, and if they are following him. For me, what truly sets this story apart is the depth and richness of everyone who is working on the ranch; they are all three-dimensional folks with their own quirks, follies, and peccadilloes, and yet form a strong team! Loved the following... That earned him a look. One dark eyebrow rose beneath Branford’s hat. “Cowboys have been finding comfort with each other for damn near two hundred years,” Branford said plainly. “Some folks don’t like it and pretend it doesn't exist, or like it never has.” A shrug. “Doesn’t make it stop happening.” He smirked. "You think you an' Ash are the first paired men I've met?" Taggert blinked once. Because Branford didn’t sound scandalized or uncomfortable. He sounded practical. Branford straightened slightly in the saddle as Ash started riding back toward them. “It may be different at Yoder, but here,” Branford continued, voice lower now, more deliberate, “we respect hard work.” His gaze settled fully on Taggert then. “You an’ Ash are fine.”