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Knight and Squire The End of a Claim, the Birth of a House Late August settled over London with a heaviness that felt unnatural, as though the very air had thickened in anticipation of what was coming. The city had endured two years of war, famine, shifting loyalties, and the constant threat of siege, yet nothing unnerved its people more than uncertainty. And now uncertainty seeped into every street, every market stall, every whispered conversation. The news from the coast

We have a Big Lighting storm. Knock my computer off line!

Tonight I making for dinner! Sirloin with Red Wine-Shallot Reduction and sautéed Brussels sprouts😃

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Good morning Chris!

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I made Prickly Pear Margarita's

Happy Saturday!

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Thank you so much for sharing such a thoughtful reflection. It means a great deal to know the poems stirred those feelings in you. You captured the heart of that lonely cowboy life so well — the way solitude can become both a refuge and a prison, shaping a man’s choices until connection feels more dangerous than the open trail. I appreciate how deeply you engaged with the moments you mentioned. You’re right: sometimes the hardest thing isn’t the fight itself, but the vulnerability required to stay, to reach out, or to try to understand another person. That tension between freedom and humanity is exactly what I hoped readers would sit with, and I’m grateful that it resonated with you. Thank you again for your generous words and for taking the time to share your thoughts. It truly encourages me to keep writing.

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On land he is broken; at Sandwich and Dover his proud host has dwindled not by battle alone, but by the slow rot of desertion, hunger, and despair. What remains of his “English realm” is little more than the starving shell of London, a city held in name but not in strength. Each day the circle tightens, each night another ally slips away, and the prince who once strode boldly across the Channel now finds himself hemmed in with no road left open. You are right: all that remains to him is to bargain for the best terms he may win. The crown he sought has slipped beyond reach, and the armies he trusted have melted like frost beneath the sun. Soon enough he must yield, gather what dignity he can, and depart these shores with nothing but the memory of a venture undone.

One of the Hot pools in Yellowstone exploded.

That was a nice addition to my story! Woot.

Tonight I making for dinner! Cream of Artichoke Soup with garlic bread!

"Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?" – The Graduate, 1967

"All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up" – Sunset Boulevard, 1950

"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" – The Godfather, 1972