He was born in Bercy on the outskirts of Paris and trained in France, and while he knows a little Poodle-English, he responds quickly only to commands in French. Otherwise he has to translate, and that slows him down.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

And their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels.

Within that frame he went a long way and burned a deep scar.

Then the hard, dry Spaniards came exploring through, greedy and realistic, and their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels. They gathered mountains and valleys, rivers and whole horizons, the way a man might now gain tittle to building lots.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

Not only do the brave get killed, but the brave have a better chance of it.