Between two vital spaces of people, the days with the Carson family were ected to two entities: the first, the material union of both and the ties of blood, while Billy performed some martial tasks and Gwyh prepared meals for the household.

  -Your father never wao do tasks like this. He always argued with my father for f us to work so intensely after school - Jeffrey said.

  Both were in what they would call a light afternoon, which sisted of patrolling the ran horseback, repairing fences, moving cattle to different fields, branding them, and anizing the day. They carried mosses for the cows' feed to small troughs, as the cold had damaged the grass, and in case of frost, it was best to transport them te pen with some heaters to prevent them from freezing.

  But the decisive factor was that, during this time, they selected the old cattle and prepared them for sale. The Carsons had tracts with three small butcher shops and a rge meat producer.

  -I'd like to use these elements for my burger stands. The meat would have a juicier fvor, - Billy said.

  -How would you do that, boy? If there's i, there's a way, - Jeffrey responded.

  -It's plicated, but for such small businesses, it's better to start agreements with rge meat panies aablish supply tracts with minimal profits. Wasting important points of meat sale is less or more plementary to the business, - Billy replied.

  -Simple, simpler, - Jeffrey responded.

  -Not everything has to be a tract. You approae ranches and simply ask for it out loud. You'll agree with them, and they'll agree with you, - Jeffrey said.

  -That could brirouble, - Billy said.

  -No. Jeffrey replied, "There will never be trouble if you fulfill your part of the deal. -There are other ways to do business, things not akin to youthful or city-dweller thoughts about iating, as maiations are better transferred to more essential states: you pay, I sell; I buy, you give. It's a w of life. -

  Both tinued with their work after the siletled. Their grandfather was sleeping on the couch while the TV was bring in the living room. Aaron ran bad forth while Cassidy tried to follow Gwyh like a puppy, as she had given her a luxurious set of makeup from Victoria's Secret.

  Both Carsons arrived sweaty and gested from their work, which, although done since dawn, already left their bodies exhausted to tinue w. The farm had no days off.

  -You wash your hands; dinner will be ready in 20 minutes, - Savannah said, anizing everything necessary for the meal. Meanwhile, the flicker of the TV caused some disfort until Jeffrey tur off, waking Richard Carson.

  -Son, what are you doing? Leave it on, - Richard said.

  -Dinner is ready; get up and wash your mouth, - Jeffrey said, in his usual tough tone. Richard got up as quickly as an 85-year-old could, with his e in hand, each step carefully taken without paying total attention to his grandson Billy's gaze. He went straight to the bathroom, and Richard's oeady gait now seemed dimmed, raising a protest in Billy's heart for the affe he had for Richard.

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  -W from dawn till dusk for five days in the cold, now I truly call you a cowboy, - Gwyh said from the room below, the small room provided by their grandparents. Both were ging to sleep and for a few days now, she had been sleeping with her arms around him, something that shoh the delicacy of her body. Every day, she would pce a palm on Billy's chest while making a sound with her lips at bedtime. It was affeate, and she teo stain his shirt on some occasions, but the family atmosphere calmed his al desires. However, things remaihe same, as women paid attention to different rhythms of life.

  -I oablish retionships with the family. It was easier when I was young, but my cousins have ged, and well, Savannah remains the same as always. She's as present as she was years ago; her radiance has diminished, but her patience is admirable. I don't think I'll be back for a long time, and my grandfather likes me w on the farm, even if it's just to bombard my uh questions, - said Billy.

  -I'd like to live in a wilderness like this, have a garden to grow my food, a pce that belongs to me, even if only for certain days. It's almost as if quiet ae pces call to me, away from many things. I fot how much I enjoyed myself in Spain and how simir rural life is to high school life, albeit with money, it's easier, - replied Gwyh.

  -You'll do it after succeeding in Hollywood, a spiritual retreat for your life, - Billy asked.

  -Before that, I'll make a few movies and disappear for half a year into a garden, or perhaps a party in Italy. I don't know what will happen first. Have you been to Italy to party? It's the best pce to have fun if you know that the people there tend to go wild, but it's all night long. I don't know of many pces as lively as Italy... or Spain, - said the blonde, reminisg.

  -I'm not much of a party person; apparently, I pursue other ideals. Perhaps sometimes I'll have to attend parties, but it's not something that particurly is me, - replied Billy.

  -Let's go together; I'll look after you, and you'll look after me, - Gwyh said.

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  Raimon tinued his quest ing Dungeons & Dragons to the video game market. He was cheerful; the iations with Interpy had gone quickly, and ihan five days, he already had a general idea of what Interpy wanted as the owner of the rights, under his representation. The deal was delicate and subtle because Raimon had not lied; the entire purchase transition was in his hands.

  -We're surprised to hear that someone is ied in our Dungeons & Dragons game, - responded Cus, sales advisor and part of the game developmement.

  -Well, I'm a fanatic. I heard rumors that you guys were sidering giving up the franchise. Holy, I 't wait to make the game. My ret days have been filled with dreams of a game that captures the essence of D&D, - replied Raimon.

  -Yes, ame is wonderful. Unfortunately, the pany decided to focus on ames with better prospects, - replied Cus.

  -I see why. Sometimes panies prioritize their is over their desires, something logical that happens in ay, whether private or public, - replied Raimon.

  -How wonderful that you guys do what you love, - Cus responded.

  The tract was ready to be signed, with the value of 200,000 for the rights to the Baldur's Gate game.

  -Very well, I'll hand everything over immediately, - said Cus, skillfully pulling out a stack of white papers with a clip. Raimon took it, not realizing he had been duped. The Baldur's Gate proposal sold was just a small script that Interpy had registered. It was said to be a dungeon and dragons game, but it was only a random colle of ideas about dungeons and dragons, something Raimon discovered upon seeing it. He could almost see Cus's lips trembling at the scam he had pulled on the novice.

  Raimon, who was clumsy, ingenious, and good-hearted, just smiled. - I hope you don't regret it, - he replied, pletely angry at being duped.

  It was a hard blow, as it was Billy who had put the idea in his head.

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