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Beth, been in a nasty mood all mornin. Seems young Liz won't stop cryin. Ya know when a baby, no matter what ya do. Ain't happy! Post has sent for me, over in Currituck. Time ta head back out, Rangerin. Well, I pick up Liz, she stops cry in. I says Beth honey I gots ta go. I carry Liz outside, kiss her little forehead. Tells her I'll miss her strongly. Then hug and kiss Beth handing back Liz.

Folks Rangerin is tough specially after a wife and child, are part of your life. I tells Beth I'll look inta that Station masters deal when I heads up ta Virginia. Beth looks like she is ready, ta cry herself I wave and ride off. Feelin a might unhappy myself.

Currituck is only ten minutes gives or take few. Tie off my horse, step inside. Ol, Bob be inside puffing away on his pipe. Smoke swirlin around his head he squints smiles Common he says. Good ta see ya.
Hate botherin ya, got youren two days at home.
Sorry, nothin, specials just patrol. Loop out towards Fountain, swing up ta Emporia Virginia's.
Common good news! You have that station house,
no more patrols after! Be sending your family up.
Here in a day or two. You head on out, we'll take care of it. I jumps slap my leg, shout hot damn!
Station House Emporia Virginia ways! I slap the counter, Ol Bob, I says been a pleasure. I'll be seeing ya.

Now, I don't always remembers thins, I do this one
because I was, just to giddy not ta. As I was a ridin west, sun just above me, and on its swing west. People Folks, how they act. Spent most my life patrolin, no one around just me and a horse. Learn ta talk to that critter. Hold an entire conversation with it. Don't get me wrong, don't mind people at all. Just sometimes I get all balled up and uneasy around to many. Even if they Rangers. Station House sounds grand, be with Beth and Liz in all.

People Folks might to many, I'm a starting think. Least it's not a Post. Don't want no part a that. I smiled, said Falkland, why nice little town. It's along the way. Might just have ta stop, stay over at the Foxhound Inn. Folks they have the best beef steak, or ribs. Well, this side the Missasip. Mouthwatering thinkin about it. About dark, I meets a feller, not a Ranger mind ya. He had a camp set, I asks if he had some coffee, we could share some of Beth's biscuits and gravy I have in my crocker.

Sure Ranger, he says coffee plenty have a seat. I'm George. Common I says, pleased ta meet ya. George well he's headed east, Charles Town. Tells me, his wife and three children are waitin on him. We talk about our wives. How we miss them and all.
Next thin I know, I'm yawnin. He says night as he rolled over. I nods night sir.

I wakes well before daylight. Heads out managed not ta wake George, left him one biscuit. Only about one I figure, by the moon. Be in Falkland well before dark. Gets ta see Ted the Constable of Falkland might nice young feller. Like ta talk ta him, loves my stories about Rangerin. Leastways he listens, Beth don't gives a hoot in hell. On track Common. Falkland, brings ta mind, that time well.
Wasn't plannin on it, much better this one is. So here we goes!

                                Falkland Constables
                                           Office

It, bein midday, and all figured Young Ted, be in his office. While I was ridin in Folks, felt a bit strange ya see about noon. Place should be jumpin. People gettin midday meal, out buyin goods and such. Hell even out for a walk this fine early fall day. Not much at all goin on. Well, young Ted should be eatin his meal about now. I tie off my horse, dust my self off some, looks around some, don't need ta be snuck up on. Nothin, not a soul, Folks I am gettin a touch nervous. Check the drag on pistols ya know they need to slide proper. Little drag, not much. Reminds myself put some bear grease in the holsters.

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