...fond of the old codger but to be truthful he was just a drunk and a layabout, the sooner his liver gave up on him and he was out of my life the better; but for the moment he was on of the crosses I had to bare. He took another hit of moonshine at this rate he would be unconcious by midday; so much the better i thought.
I had a lot of work to do, plans to make, peple to call and things to collect.
"Yes siree Glory days be praised, for we will rise up like the Pheonix and take this land that is ours" he gave me a knowing wink as if...