Global Sim Racing Diaries

Flame Trail Stop #3   GSR picks up the Flame in Beijing and takes it to Japan   March 29, 2004 - GSR Homebase Meanwhile, back on the home front, the GSR residents are concerned about the progress of the Equinics Flame after hearing about the escapades of LordPye, Hannibal, Roys, Sinoboy and our own Barndog and Ladysierra.  The residency has been receiving reports of the progress of EWC and Nexis from Mr. Fabulous himself, Fabman. "They never should have gotten Ray of Pye involved," Foxon shakes his head gravely. Avondale nods his head in complete agreement. "Maybe we should have told them not to go when they asked if they should," Karie ponders, thinking of Lady and Barndog involved in skinny dipping in the Middle East. "Someone should've tagged along to keep them in line!" Rbokie retorts irritably. "After all, they left in the middle of MY BIRTHDAY for Godssake! Only goes to prove they were up to something!" "That was to get out of buying you presents, Bokie!" Nawbo quips, Fabman style. A ripple of good natured chuckles goes through the GSR residents, gathered in their usual places on the Message Board.  "Well, it's our turn to carry the torch now," Keely reminds everyone. "Who's going to fly out to meet them?" Rbokie emits more grumbles, "I'm too busy for this stuff, I said! Didn't I post that on the board already?" "What about those Geishas?" Tbgifted reminds him with a suggestive leer. "You guys need to stop provoking him," Karie tells them reproachfully. "Ryan and I will hold down the fort here. You all go get the Flame before something bad happens to it and GSR gets blamed for spoiling the Equinics! What would Ladyssecret say if that happened?" Everyone nods their agreement as Karie's wise words sink in. After a moment of thought, I venture a question, "Uh, not to sound like Hannibal but, how exactly are we flying out to China?" Doctahg clears his throat and says, "I may be busy with my new boys but I somehow arranged a private jet for you all. Don't ask where it came from and I will tell you no lies!" The residents all cheer Doc and clap him on the back. "Ok, I've got to get back to Amy and my boys. You all behave yourselves in Japan!" Everyone waves a fond goodbye as Doc leaves to go back on triplet duty.  Just then the pay phone on the wall rings. Nemi picks it up on the third ring. "GSR World Travelers at your service!" "About time you answered the damn phone!" an impatient voice crackles out of the receiver. "It's another report from Mr. Fabulous," says Theatrical, edging away from the wall phone as if Fabman could see who was standing by it. "Do you have any idea when you will arrive to take this damn Flame from Nexis?" Fabman barks out. "You have no idea what I've had to put up with here! There's this Japanese paper pusher who calls himself a dignitary, camped out with the residencies because he's in love with Ray of Pye! It's outrageous! GSR has MUCH better horses than Ray of Pye!" "Fab, we are on our way! Doc has a plane picking us up anytime now," Foxon tries to soothe the ruffled Mr. Fabulous. "Well, there better be room for me on it when it leaves China! Cuz I want out of here! All these shenanigans are driving me to drink!" Fabman complained. "Roys has Zima hiccups and Hannibal's tales are too lurid to retell.  Barndog and Lady are giving me a toothache with all that sweetness. Not to mention Sandee, Les and this story about pet psychics. Argghhh! Please tell me you are bringing some sanity with you!" A worried look crosses Foxon's face. "Well, Fab, we're about to choose who's going. Someone will give you a call back after we've decided but we should be there tomorrow so get a grip if you can. We need someone to keep control of the GSR folk out there so nothing happens to the Flame." "BAH! That Flame!" Fabman's voice came out even more irritated. "Damn Ray of Pye got horse snot all over the handle! Hannibal thought it was funny, can you believe that? Fletch has been trying to clean it up but do you realize that all the cleaning products in China are made of rice and soy? To say they are worthless is giving them some credit!" Fox held the phone away from his ear and Fab's voice could be heard going on about the awful conditions in China. "I think we need to get this settled and get moving before Fabman has a stroke," he whispered. Everyone nodded their agreement, a bit alarmed by the level of Fab's upset. "It will be ok, Fab," Foxon soothed. "We'll bring some Fanatastic and 409 and Kaboom to clean the Flame torch's handle. Try to stay calm. We'll be there soon and you can relax and enjoy the rest of the trip to Japan. Once we're in Japan we'll go to one of those nice geisha places for a massage and some saki, ok?" Everyone listened intently, hearing Fabman's voice finally begin to calm even though no one could make out his words once he stopped shouting. "Ok Fab, we'll see you then." Foxon hung up the phone and wiped his brow. "Whew! He sure is agitated!" "No kidding," Tuffguy said, shaking his head. "I thought he was gonna explode into a million pieces right there on the phone." "Well, we better get moving then," Karie warned, ever the voice of reason. "If something happens to Fabman in China, imagine the paperwork we'd get stuck with! Now, are you taking any horses for the Japanese celebrations?" "Oh, we should," Ricdav nods. "If the other residencies are, then we should as well. It's not like the stakes horses aren't used to travel." "Maybe we should take Volotile Nijinsky with us," I suggest with newbie timidity. "And Hollywood Catfight?" Keely shakes her head in a definite NO. "My filly is not sharing quarters with a liquored up Fabman and a Japanese paper pusher," she states emphatically. "She can reign supreme when we take the Flame here in the US." "Volotile Nijinsky can go," Balata says. "Since Lady and Barndog left their best horses at home when they started this trek, their horses can just take up the slack when it's our turn to take the Flame again in May." Avondale nods. "That's a good idea. We can't have all our best horses traipsing off to Japan, even though I hear this new racecourse is exceptionally beautiful." He looks around the Board. "Who else will go on this excursion?" A chorus of "I'll go's" fills the board. Richgins gets out a pad and paper. "Let's see, that's me, Nemi, Nawbo, Avondale, Foxon, Texasace, ricdav, balata, dixiedotco, tuffguy, Kaif, Winter and Ladynzb. A baker's dozen!" "The rest of us will keep things rolling here at GSR," Karie tells Rich. "Don't forget that Lady, Barndog, Fletch, Fastvett (Pincay), and Fabman are there already. So you'll have more help when you arrive." "More than likely we'll be helping them out - of whatever trouble they've managed to get themselves into by hanging out with that wild Nexis crowd!" Dixiedotco mutters, thinking of the exploits he's already read about in Hannibal's diary. "Well, don't worry about a thing here!" Ts1442 assures us as we begin to gather up our things."Karie, Keely, nextbonus, DarylUCLA, and Rbokie will keep the board going and me, jrogue, dougiec, iant, rcdlogan and tbgifted will make sure the horses are taken care of. Mrluck and Max will keep the GSR jockeys in line while the boss is gone and twoofus and betdahouse can keep an eye on our contests." "I said I was BUSY! Doesn't anyone know the meaning of that word?" Rbokie retorts. Karie gives him a soothing hug, "Here's your B.F.Abman, Ryan. Don't you need to workout before raceday? Gotta make weight!" As Rbokie strides off with his B.F.Abman in hand, calculating how his win percentage could go up after the coming raceday, Trooper 7 tells us,"You'll need to keep in contact with me and Yochem and marmac so we can track where you are and how you're doing. After all, marmac created the Flame Trail and Yochem created the Equinics map in addition to many wonderful tools.  And I'll be writing the May installments of the GSR diaries! So we three will be your communication with homebase. Good luck!" The thirteen designated travelers look at each other in a stilted silence as the home bound residents leave the Message Board. "What do we take with us?" Ladynzb asks. "I've no idea what's needed for this trip. How do I pack?" "And surely we'll need more than Volotile Nijinsky to help us out once we get to Japan," Texasace says. A light appears in Kaif's eyes."I have an idea!" Dixiedotco groans. "Please tell me it has nothing whatsoever to do with beer, Greg." Kaif looks offended. "It has to do with horses, not beer. Although we may have to bring our own bottles since I have no clue what kind of beer is to be found in China and Japan." "Gotta have something to celebrate with," agrees Nawbo with a nod. "I've got a cooler of Boddington's already packed," I assure the guys. Foxon looks at me in an admiring way. "The Cream of Manchester! You like ale?" I shake my head. "I'm not a beer drinker. I just packed up some of Rott's in case it was needed." "Good thing she's coming along. Women who can remember to pack beer are rare," Kaif points out. "Now, about horses ... when GSR hosts the Flame in May it will probably be a big celebration since we cover six stops. Our biggest stars will shine then. For this trip, how about we each put our two best horses names in a hat and draw out several who can accompany us with Volotile Nijinsky to Japan?" The Baker's Dozen all nod. "Sounds good to me," Tuffguy says, "Doc better get that jet in the air and pick everyone up! Poor Ric and Ladynzb are down under!" "I'm sure Ric and Ladynzb will be our last pick ups on our way to China," Balata replies. "Not far to go from New Zealand and Australia to China." Foxon picks up the wall phone again. "Looks like I should be the first one picked up since I'm in England. Then Rich in New York, Avondale in Virginia, Nawbo and Texasace in Texas, Nemi in Colorado, Winter and Dixiedotco in SoCal, then Tuffguy and Kaif, and on to Canada for Balata." "Eh?" Balata jokes and everyone chuckles. "Then we'll pick up Ricdav and Ladynzb. Next stop, China!" Foxon concludes. "Sounds like a plan," Dixiedotco says. "Everyone give Tom your two horse names and he can randomly choose six." "Why six?" asks Nawbo as everyone sends Ts1442 their horse names. "Just a random number," Foxon explains. "Plus I doubt the plane would hold more." Ts1442 begins to draw names. "Kristeene S., Baylee's Dreamer, Titanium Tie, Paper St. Soap Co., and Smooth Belief," Tom calls out. "Hey!" Nawbo complains. "Avondale's horse is a claimer!" Avondale frowns stubbornly. "And your point is?" he says. "Do you know how much that horse has won?" Quickly Nawbo looks up Titanium Tie. "Ok, that's a lot of winnings for a claimer. I guess he's a good choice." "OK, then. Time for us all to get ready to leave." Foxon dials the phone and quickly tells Doctahg the flight schedule. Then he calls Fabman back and lets him know who is coming.  Everyone covers their ears in case Fab begins to shout again, but strangely Fab appears to have calmed down. "That's it. See you all on the plane!" Foxon signs off as does everyone else, leaving Marmac, Trooper7, and Yochem manning homebase communications from the GSR Message Board. March 30, 2004 - Assembling The GSR Baker's Dozen In the pre-dawn light Foxon stands on an airstrip soothing Paper St Soap Co who is standing quietly in a horse trailer. The far off whine of jet engines gets louder as the plane draws nearer. Paper St Soap Co gets a bit agitated as the plane comes in for a noisy landing but Foxon competently soothes him.  Once they've boarded the plane, Foxon settles back for a nap, knowing it's a few more hours before he'll reach New York where he'll pick up Richgins. As the plane touches down in New York, Foxon sees that Rich is ready and waiting.  As Rich comes on board with his overnight case in hand, Foxon points to the other case Rich is carrying. "A laptop?" he asks. Rich nods. "Yochem sent it along as part of our communications kit. It's wireless!" Foxon and Rich put the laptop on a small table between them on the private jet as it takes it off headed for Virginia and Avondale. The flight to Virginia is very short and soon Avondale is pouring over the laptop with Foxon and Rich while the jet speeds toward Texas. In Texas, Nawbo and Texasace come on board with a backpack full of walkie talkies. "More of Yochem's communication tools?" Foxon asks and Texasace nods. After a brief stop in Colorado for Nemi, the plane touches down at a small local airport in Southern California.  Dixiedotco is waiting for them with a large SUV. They all pile in and Dixiedotco drives them to a restaurant right on the Pacific Ocean.  I've been sitting waiting for them at a table on the patio. Once everyone is seated and has ordered, we take a look at the tools Yochem has provided. "Yochem has programmed a map for us on the laptop that shows where we are at all times," Rich tells everyone. "Plus there are tools for keeping track of our horses as well as email and our beloved GSR message board." "And he's sent us walkie talkies," Nawbo adds. "Enough so that everyone has one. We can communicate with one another if we're separated." I pull out a box from under the table. "He's sent us all cellphones too. The picture kind so we can send photos back to homebase." After a great meal everyone heads back to the airport. Once there, Dixiedotco and I load our horses. In the cabin, the others give me a weird look as I sit down and place a large cage near my feet. "Ok, what's that?" Texasace says, eyeing the cage with wary eyes. "That is Skunk," I say with a grin. The guys all recoil. "You brought along a SKUNK?" Nemi asks, incredulously. "No, no. Skunk is a cat. A blue tabby American Polydactyl." I struggle to get the cover off the cage and a low growl comes from inside because of my fussing. "A cat dinosaur?" Nawbo says, confused. The guys are all still staring at the cage as if I've brought along a cobra or something just as repulsive. "No he's a polydactyl," I explain. "A cat with seven toes. He's called a blue tabby because he's a gray tabby but has no tan or black. His markings are all different shades of gray, but mostly he's kind of a gun metal gray. Smooth Belief and he are buddies. They go everywhere together." "Then why isn't he in the back with the horses?" Foxon queried. "He hates planes," I sigh, pulling off the cover. The guys all stare as Skunk gives them an evil look through the cage door. I open the cage and pull him out. He settles himself along my shoulders like a fur stole, his paws with the extra toes kneading my shoulder. The guys all stare at his feet. "That cat is weird," says Nemi. Everyone settles themselves for the next leg of the trip, up to California's capital to pick up Tuffguy. The trip is quick and very soon Tuffguy is seating himself in the cabin of the plane. "What is that?" he asks, pointing to Skunk. "Better not to ask," mutters Nemi. Tuffguy shrugs and settles back as we head into the Pacific Northwest to get Kaif and then into Canada for Balata and Volotile Nijinsky.  The long leg of the journey from Canada to Australia turns into a kegger party without the keg as Foxon, Kaif and the others open the huge cooler of Boddington's and Rogue beers.  While the guys drink and party, Skunk and I post to the message board and kept track of our travels. We email Yochem, Marmac and Trooper7, then settle down for some sleep. The plane's cabin is comfy so Skunk and I drift off really easily even though we can hear Kaif and Nawbo singing a weird drinking song about geishas and pandas... April 1, 2004 - Trouble On All Fronts While the GSR Baker's Dozen was assembling, things were unraveling at GSR homebase. Rbokie was indeed busy and he had no time to help the others keep things rolling smoothly. Having been without leadership for nigh on a week, GSR was definitely getting a bit out of hand. On the board, Rbokie reigned supreme, posting jockey topics on the general forum and basically saying whatever he wanted because Barndog wasn't there to keep him in check. Karie had her hands full just pruning the threads! On the sim horse front, someone had fed the GSR horses the wrong feed and no one was owning up to it. Tbgifted was beside himself since feeding horses daily was part of his regular job and he knew he hadn't done anything wrong. However, all the GSR horses were lazily kicking back in their stalls, beset with hiccups (now he knew how Fabman felt!), and acting pretty loaded. Whenever he coaxed one to its feet, it swayed dizzily and could barely put one hoof in front of the other.  "They'll snap out of it," Rcdlogan said nonchalantly, which gave Tbgifted his first clue as to who the miscreant might be. "Yes, well, that may be true, but I don't know if they'll be ready to run come Saturday!" He patted Minstrel Net on her velvety nose, glad he had fed her himself and that she was stone cold sober. "Our fellow GSR residents will be quite upset if their horses can't run!" Rcdlogan shrugged. "More points for us in the trainers contest!" Tbgifted burst out laughing. "That's what you think!" He pointed toward a set of stalls further down the barn where more hiccups and belches could be heard. "Your horses are drunk too!" Eyes wide in shock Rcdlogan ran down the barn aisle to check his horses. "WHO FED MY HORSES BEER LACED OATS??" he yelled, affronted. Jrogue stuck his head out of the barn office. "What's up, guys?" he asked. Tbgifted suppressed his chuckles and filled Jrogue in. "Hmph." Jrogue shook his head disapprovingly. "You better find a remedy for their hangovers pretty soon or we'll be deep in it!" he advised, returning to the barn office. Nodding his agreement, Tbgifted called Ts1442, Dougiec and Iant into the barn. They all got a horse and began to walk off their drunken charges' buzz. Hours later when Mrluck and Nextbonus came by, they were still at it. "Need some help?" Nextbonus said. "We could use a lot more help!" Iant exclaimed. "These horses are blitzed!" Mrluck nodded sagely. "I'll be right back," he said. And sure enough, he was...with every GSR jockey! Max, Twoofus and DarylUCLA accompanied them. "Get a horse, walk him til he's sober," Tbgifted explained briefly. "Give them lots of water to flush out the alcohol." As the jocks all went to get horses, the phone in the office rang. Nextbonus answered it. "GSR Barn!" "WHERE IS MY PAXIL?" shouted Fabman over a crackly line. "It should have arrived today!" Nextbonus' eyes widened at Fabman's agitation. "Woah, there Mr. Fabulous! It's gonna take a bit for the Baker's Dozen to get to you. They were all over the world!" "BAKER'S DOZEN?" Fabman exploded. "I don't need donuts! I need reinforcements including adult beverages and medications! How you expect me to tolerate any more time with these people is beyond me! Pye and Hannibal have taught the Japanese paper pusher to sing The Gambler! I've taken to hanging out with Ray of Pye and with a girl who talks about something called Bagpuss because they are the most sane ones here! Besides ME!" "And Lord knows you aren't always that sane, Mr Fabulous," muttered Rcdlogan as he walked one of Fastvett's horses past the barn office, where Fab's voice could be heard coming out of the phone. Nextbonus soothed Fabman and explained who the Baker's Dozen were, where they were, and how he could contact them. He also promised Fabman that Yochem would be calling very soon to give him a progress report. When he finally hung up, Nextbonus sagged against the wall, drained. "Hey, Nextbonus!" Tbgifted called. "I got a horse for you to walk!" Nextbonus took the office phone off the hook and went to help with the horses... Meanwhile, Yochem and Marmac had set up an awesome communications room with a large lighted map of the world on one wall, computers, phones, satellite dishes, and all manner of electronic gadgets.  Yochem sat in front of one of the computers with a cellphone in his hand. On the other line - Barndog and Fabman in Beijing. "They are flying over Australia as we speak," Yochem told GSR's leader. "Good," Barndog replied briskly. "I don't want GSR to be the residency that messes up with the Flame! How is everything at home?" Marmac made a face at Yochem who smoothly fibbed to the boss. "Everything is under control. Don't worry about anything. We are all pitching in to help keep things running." Both he and Marmac thought of the other residents out in the barn walking drunk horses in circles. "Stay out of trouble there in China," he says to Barndog. "If something happens there I cannot guarantee we can get you out of trouble quickly!" "We'll be fine," Barndog replies while Fabman makes strangled noises and sputters in outrage. "Just tell them to PLEASE bring something for Fab!" Yochem and Marmac shake their heads but tell their leader it's all taken care of. Once they hang up the phone Marmac looks at Yochem and says, "How the hell are they gonna get Paxil to Fabman?" Yochem shrugs and points to the cellphone. "They may need to make a little stop." Marmac winces. On the GSR jet, it's early morning and dawn has not yet broken. During the night they'd picked up Ricdav in Australia and they'd just finished picking up the last member of the GSR Baker's Dozen, Ladynzb. I was glad that I wasn't to be the only female on the trip. Thus far, the guys had all been pretty well behaved and I'd only had to endure some weird drinking songs. Ladynzb had arrived with a basket full of breakfast. She and I spread out the munchies and dug in. I shared some sausage with Skunk and nibbled on some fresh fruit. "Ladynzb, you're the best! I was starving," I told her as I dished up some eggs and croissants. She grinned. "I felt bad that you had to spend the last day traveling with all these guys and a cooler of beer. I figured you could use some real food." She pulled out a huge thermos. "I brought some coffee too. It's hot and it's good!" We poured the coffee and sat back to drink in silence. Well, as silent as it good be with eleven guys sleeping off too much beer at the back of the cabin.  Skunk let out a low yowl and I turned to find him pawing at Kaif's leg, which was half in Skunk's litter box. I rescued the box and gently put Greg's foot back on the floor.  About that time Foxon's cellphone went off. It was playing The Mexican Hat dance. Ladynzb and I exchanged amused looks. Foxon woke with jolt to find us smiling at him. "I like Hannibal's diary entry," he explained a bit sheepishly as he reached for the phone.  "Oh hi, Yochem," he said into the phone. "We need what? What is that? Any idea where we can get it?" He groaned. "Ok, we can handle it. Talk to you soon." Foxon tossed the phone onto the table and looked at us gravely. "We've got a big problem." He roused the other guys and once everyone had washed up, woken up and started on breakfast, he explained the problem. "We need to find a bottle of Paxil and a bottle of Jagermeister," he said bluntly. We all stared at him blankly. "Mr. Fabulous is freaking out and we'll never get him out of China in one piece without it." Kaif grunted into his coffee. "Any airport duty free shop should have Jagermeister. Not a problem." "What the hell is Paxil?" Ricdav asked, spearing a sausage with his fork. "It's used to treat depression and anxiety," Tuffguy says. "Although how someone can be depressed and anxious at the same time is beyond me." He stopped and an odd look crossed his face. "Uh, strike that. Fabman is usually depressed and anxious at the same time!" "We're headed due north, right?" Avondale asked, smearing his toast with strawberry kiwi jam. Rich nodded, his mouth full of eggs. He waved his fork toward the laptop and I pulled it forward and turned it on. A map of Asia and Australia came into view. Our plane was a little blip on the map, flying above Australia. "We decided last night that we had enough time, thanks to Doc's jet, to stop and see the Great Wall and visit the Pandas," he said after he'd swallowed. Foxon, who'd been quietly talking on his cellphone again, closed it with a click. "We'll have to make a stop before that. The Wall can wait," he stated emphatically. By late morning the plane began it's decent. Balata looks out the window and asks, "Where are we?" I check the laptop global positioning system. "Brunei." Balata whistles. "Why are stopping here?" "Because we have to," Foxon says. He goes on to tell us that we can all get off the plane and go into the airport but that's as far as we can go because otherwise we'd have to go through customs.  The main building is a weird octagon shape and inside it's pretty much like any other airport in the world. Everything is labeled in Arabic but some things have English signs as well.  We all pocket our walkie talkies and head into the airport. Balata and I take a quick trip though one of the shops, checking out the local items for sale. We see Kaif picking up a few bottles of Jagermeister at the next counter.  Then we meet up with Ladynzb, Rich, Avondale, and Texasace.  We get seats in a restaurant and wonder if the others are going to join us for some food. Balata's walkie talkie crackles while we're eating. It's Kaif and Nawbo, wanting to know when we're due back at the plane.  Balata tells them where we are and the two show up about ten minutes later followed by Ricdav and Dixiedotco.  We all head back to the plane and just as we reach our walkway, Nemi and Tuffguy come running up. "Er, maybe we should get moving," Nemi says between pants, herding everyone toward the plane door. Just then Foxon appears as if from nowhere and blends in with the group without saying a word. Tuffguy looks over his shoulder apprehensively as we get in the plane and the door closes. As the plane pulls away from the airport and moves out to the runway, Tuffguy lets out a sigh of relief. Foxon fixes him with a stern stare. "Ok, what trouble did you stir up in that airport?" he asks. "It's not as bad as you might think, Foxon!" Tuffguy's face has an innocent expression on it. "Honest!" Not backing down, Foxon says, "So tell me how bad it is." Nemi shoves his backpack under his seat as the plane rushes down the runway. "Tuffguy was just talking to this girl is all." We let out a collective groan. "Muslim?" Dixiedotco asks and Tuffguy nods. "She was pretty cute for someone whose head was all bundled up." "Oh, please," I say with a wry expression. "Tuffguy chasing some girl isn't gonna get us detained. What were you up to Foxon? Hmmmnnn?" With the lift of an eyebrow I point to a small brown package Foxon has taken from his jeans pocket. The plane lifts off Brunei soil and Foxon laughs. He tosses the package on the table. "Let's just say Mr. Fabulous will continue to be his usual fabulous self!" "OHMYGOD!" Dixiedotco jumps up and glares at Foxon. "You're smuggling drugs!" "APRIL FOOL," yells Foxon with a laugh. "Yochem arranged for a doctor in Brunei to refill Fabman's prescription, which Yochem wisely got from Fab's wife and faxed to the doctor who had his nurse bring it out to the airport." Everyone relaxed and had a good laugh at that. We gathered around the laptop to see where we were. "We'll be in China really soon!" Nawbo exclaimed, a light in his eyes. "Do we still have time to stop at the Wall?" Foxon shook his head. "Don't think so. We need to get right to Beijing. Maybe there will be enough time in the morning before we leave for Japan." It was dark when we landed in Beijing.  The first familiar face we saw when we stepped off the plane was Fabman. But it was a Fabman we'd never seen before. He was gray faced and haggard, his clothes creased and dirty.  Hannibal held him up on one side so he kind of listed to the other side like a wounded warship. Kaif and Foxon rushed to him. "Oh my gosh! What happened to you, Fabman?" Ladynzb asked anxiously. Kaif opened the Jagermeister and handed it to Fab. "Here ya go! Instant pick me up!" "I thought you'd never get here!" Fabman snarled. He shoved Hannibal aside and held out his hand to Foxon who shook open the bottle of Paxil and dropped some pills into Fabman's hand. Quickly, he washed them down with the Jagermeister. Then he sighed. "Is there a western shower on that plane?" he asked with his eyes closed. Avondale and Texasace help Fabman onto the plane. A moment later his familiar roar could be heard. "YOU BROUGHT A SKUNK TO CHINA?" April 2, 2004 - Pandas, Geishas and Netsky.Q I couldn't sleep. My internal clock was all screwed up. Kinda like Daylight Savings time. I sat on the GSR  jet with Skunk wrapped around my shoulders,  fiddling with the programs Yochem had put on the laptop.  Behind me, crashed out in exhausted sleep was Fabman, Fletch, Ladynzb, Foxon, Richgins, Dixiedotco, and Avondale.  Tuffguy and Fastvett had disappeared early in the evening, even before the transfer of the Flame from Nexis to GSR, mumbling something about trying to find a strip club in downtown Beijing.  Texasace had taken off with Hannibal, headed in the direction of the stables. Kaif, Nemi, Nawbo, Ricdav, and Balata had all been deep in conversation with Sinoboy for at least a half an hour after our arrival. After that they'd hailed a cab, saying they'd be back later. As for Barndog and Ladysierra, they were intent on being the GSR ambassadors of goodwill. They were still hooked up with the Nexis crew, the Japanese paper pusher, and the Chinese racetrack officials, observing whatever protocols were necessary to keep the rest of us from being scrutinized too closely and doing whatever damage control they could in the aftermath of Fabman's semi-breakdown. Mr. Fabulous had become charming and relaxed once Paxil, Jagermeister, a hot shower, and clean clothes had been administered. It had also helped to separate him from Ray of Pye, a smirky know-it-all of a horse, whose attitude seemed to rub Fab the wrong way. Once he'd showered, Fabman had been happy to see the GSR horses, who were all fairly normal compared to Ray of Pye. They whickered and snorted and searched him for sugar cubes, all pretty normal horse behavior, which Fabman seemed to enjoy.  After we'd eaten some strange Chinese food for dinner, Fabman called Yochem and discussed race strategy for a good hour. Yochem continued to maintain that everything was ok at GSR homebase. I thought he seemed to say that just a bit too much for it to be true and wondered what Rbokie was up to. Before the GSR gang began to crash out, Barndog brought the Japanese paper pusher guy over to give him a tour of the jet and let him use the laptop. The ever courteous GSR leader was in his element and I could easily see him running for President in another fifteen years, once some gray had settled into his hair. He had the smooth charisma of a young John F. Kennedy, confident in his leadership abilities.  And Ladysierra, while quite a bit more earthy and fun than Jackie O, did an admirable job as the GSR First Lady.  I stared at the laptop, puzzled by its odd behavior. It wouldn't give me email. At least not email I wanted.  It just gave me lots of spam. And I couldn't get hold of Yochem on IM. The programs were sluggish and prone to lock up. Something was not right. That's when I noticed that the Japanese paper pusher had been sending and receiving email while he'd been using the laptop. There were some very suspicious emails with some even more suspicious attachments in the Inbox.  And he'd apparently used a floppy disk of his own on the machine. I opened up the registry and instantly became convinced that something was incredibly wrong. As I struggled to discover what was wrong with the laptop, an exhausted Tuffguy and Fastvett appeared.  Both of them had lipstick smeared on their faces, reeked of booze and bad perfume, and looked really smug. "I guess you found a strip club after all," I grinned at them. "Even better than that," Fastvett said as he sat down across the table from me and flipped his chair into a reclining position. Tuffguy took the set next to him. "Found a club full of Australian strippers," he admitted. "That Sinoboy knows EVERYTHING!" He exchanged a knowing look with Fastvett. "OK, that's enough information for me," I told them. "You didn't happen to run into any of the others, did you?' "Not at all," Fastvett said. "And I would've thought Kaif would show up. It was his kind of party." "Him and Nawbo have been deep in it together," I admitted. "I think Nawbo has some kind of plan." Tuffguy and Fastvett grinned. "They're prolly up to something," Tuffguy agreed with a grin. "Better keep the plane on standby!" They moved to the back of the plane's cabin to collect blankets and pillows and get some rest. I went back to the increasingly ill performing laptop. An hour later I was convinced that the laptop had a virus. It was about that time that Ricdav and Balata showed up with their cellphones in hand. Without a word, they showed me the pictures they'd taken. There, in all their magnificent racehorse glory, was Volotile Nijinsky racing Ray of Pye along the top of the Great Wall at sunset. Ricdav and Balata could hardly contain their chuckles. "How you guys pulled this one off without being arrested is pretty miraculous," I told them. "Is this one of Nawbo's exploits?" They nodded. "He's been planning this all the way here," Balata explained. "It wasn't a true race but damn if Nawbo wasn't right that the Wall was wide enough for this!" My eyes narrowed suspiciously. "And where are Nawbo, Nemi and Kaif now?" Ricdav managed to look totally innocent. "I dunno." He shrugged. "They said something about seeing the Pandas at dawn at the zoo." "Perfectly harmless!" Balata nodded. Then they snickered, spoiling the innocent facade. "Yeah, right," I muttered sarcastically as the two of them settled down with their blankets and went to sleep. By the time I was convinced that the Japanese paper pusher was pushing more than paper, the sky was turning gray. A quick trip to Trend Micro's website told me that Netsky.Q was spreading rapidly through Japan and into China. I was convinced that our paper pusher was really a hacker and that he'd used the GSR laptop to spread the worm. I wondered if Yochem had figured this out on his end yet. As dawn broke, a sleepy Barndog and Lady showed up, gear in hand. They stowed their stuff and sat down. "So," said the boss. "Are we ready to take the Flame to Japan?" "Waiting on Kaif, Nawbo and Nemi," I replied. "They aren't back yet." "Still?" Lady exclaimed. "I thought they'd gotten back hours ago." I shook my head. "That was Ricdav and Balata. According to them, Nawbo has one last thing to do: see the Pandas." I worried expression crossed Lady's face. "I don't think they're trying to see them," she said slowly, wincing a little. "I think they're trying to steal one." "WHAT?" An angry Barndog was a magnificent thing to see. I wished I had a video camera, then remembered my cellphone. I pulled it out and laid it on the seat beside me, surreptitiously snapping pics of Barndog as he paced. Lady could see what I was up to and hid a grin. Hannibal stuck his head in the GSR jet right about then. "I see you're all ready to go!" he said. "Got the Flame and all your residents and your horses." He nodded to himself. "By the way, great race last night." "Race? What race?" Barndog was beginning to sound a bit like Fabman did when he went into a rage. "And no, we're missing three residents." A wily look settled on Hannibal's face. "Ahhh. Nawbo's Great Panda Escape." He turned to go. "I'll just be on my way then. I still have some sand to knock out of my sneakers." He took off rather quickly and Barndog looked at me. "Any idea what Hannibal meant?" I shrugged. "The others told me Nawbo wanted to see the Pandas at the zoo at dawn. Apparently, that's when they are the most active." I raised my hands helplessly and Skunk began to lick one. "But there has been some talk that he's gonna steal one." Our esteemed leader began spitting out epithets and unrepeatable cusswords. "They can stay in China and Hannibal can deal with the mess if that's the case. GSR is not gonna be the ones to screw up the Flame Trail!" He stalked into the pilot's cabin up front. A few minutes later the jet's engines came on. Lady laughed delightedly. "This has been one adventure after another!" she giggled. "It's been great!" Barndog came out of the pilot's cabin just as Fabman sleepily wandered toward us. "We're leaving now?" he asked hopefully. "Yep!" Barndog sat down and put on this seatbelt with an emphatic click. Lady and I quickly buckled up as well.  Wisely, Skunk moved to my lap. Eyeing Skunk, Fabman sat beside Barndog, in the seat farthest from Skunk and I. "Is everyone here?" Lady shook her head. "Nawbo, Kaif and Nemi aren't. But they're supposedly trying to steal a Panda so Barndog wants to leave them behind for Hannibal to deal with." Fabman let out a bark of laughter. "Better him than me!" The jet's engines began to whine as they warmed. Just then there was a very loud banging on the door. Lady jumped up and opened it. In came Nawbo, Nemi and Kaif, all looking as if they'd slept on the street the night before. Nawbo was carrying Nemi's backpack. They slammed the door shut behind them and sealed it for flight. All three sat by a window and peered out. "You don't happen to have a Panda with you?" Fabman cackled, delighted that someone other than him had to deal with the problems. Barndog's face darked in anger and that made Fabman's grin widen. Kaif shot Fabman a worried look. "Are we leaving now?" he asked anxiously. "Well, soon, but not right this second," Mr. Fabulous explained wickedly. Lady and I could barely contain our giggles as Fabman enjoyed himself, Barndog got angrier, and Kaif, Nemi and Nawbo looked anxious.  Nawbo gripped Nemi's backpack fiercely. "We gotta go!" he exclaimed, darting looks out the window. My walkie talkie crackled and barked just then. "You guys better beat it outta here!" Hannibal's voice said. "I see some police cars in the distance." "Go, go, GO!" Kaif yelled, wide eyes on the window. The jet began to move. In seconds we were sweeping down the runway. "GO!" yelled Nawbo, Nemi and Kaif in unison. The jet's wheels left the ground.  Once in the air, the jet banked to the left and we could see down on the runway several police cars, some policemen and Hannibal waving his arms as he spoke with them. Lady got the giggles again. "Poor Hannibal! He's had a rough trip!" "It's about to get rougher," Kaif said. "Good thing Nexis doesn't get the Flame again until July. It'll give him awhile to get out of China!" From the back came Foxon's voice as he came up to the front cabin. "Sinoboy will get him out of trouble. That guy can do anything!" Foxon sat down by Nawbo and Nemi. "OK, where's the Panda?" A sheepish Nawbo gripped the backpack. "Awww. They were so cute, Foxon!" he said. "You shoulda seen them!" He shook his head. "I didn't have the heart to try to take one." "Then what's all the fuss about?" Lady asked. Nawbo held the backpack and Nemi unzipped it. Kaif reached in and pulled out a large golden panda statue. Nawbo stroked it reverently. It glittered brightly in the early morning sun. "That ain't no gift shop panda," I muttered as we all looked at it. Lady nodded her agreement. "Christ! You've stolen a Chinese national treasure?" Barndog exclaimed, his face angrier than ever. I snapped another pic without him knowing. Nawbo shook his head. "Nope. It's from a different museum actually." He and Nemi and Kaif laughed. Nemi held the body of the golden panda while Nawbo twisted the head, which came right off.  Out tumbled hundreds of small wrapped candies. "It's a candy machine from the Children's Museum!" We all laughed in relief and helped pick up the candy. Except for Barndog who was still looking pretty stern. "It's still stealing," he said gruffly. "Now Hannibal will be in big trouble. It's not fair for us to do that to a friend." Fabman waved one hand dismissively. "Hannibal will grease the palm of the cops and some officials, Sinoboy will smooth things over diplomatically and it will blow over," he predicted. "They'll all beat us home." Foxon made a disgusted sound. "They better beat us home! I have plans for our visit to Japan. Geishas here we come!" He, Kaif, Nemi and Nawbo all nodded their heads in agreement. Barndog fixed them with a stare. "Don't forget we have duties first," he reminded them. "Marmac and Yochem have already set up celebrations and races for us at Hakodate Racecourse when we arrive there this afternoon.  There is to be a parade from the airport to the racetrack with the Flame too." Foxon grinned. "And tonight, GEISHAS!" He and the other guys all cheered. After that, the flight was pretty uneventful. Most people slept. Lady and I shared the angry Barndog pics with Ladynzb. We were all impressed with Barndog's magnificence. During the flight, we ladies snapped pics of the passed out men but when we tried to email them to homebase, Netsky.Q stopped us. Between the three of us, we decided that the Japanese paper pusher was passing Netsky.Q and had used us as a conduit. The laptop was now useless to us until we got it to Yochem who could rid it of the worm and anything else the hacker had infected us with. It was early afternoon when the plane began it's descent to the airport in Japan. Once on the ground we began to unload our gear into waiting trucks. Skunk hated going back into his cage but once I put the cage in the trailer with Smooth Belief the two friends calmed each other. I turned to find Barndog signing for a Fedex delivery. "What the heck is that?" I pointed to a large box in front of Barndog. "I don't know," he said. "It's from Rbokie and Trotter." He popped open the top and began to laugh. "What is it?" Lady asked, looking over his shoulder. She too began to laugh. Fabman walked up just then, talking on his cellphone. "Yeah, the box is here. They've just opened it," he said. "Whose idea was this anyway?" He laughed and hung up. Pointing to the box, he said, "Everyone get a shirt for the parade!" The Baker's Dozen plus gathered round the Fedex box. Barndog began to pull out red t-shirts with black lettering on them. He passed them around to everyone. I held mine up. On the front was the GSR logo. On the back it said "GSR Minion". Chuckling and laughing we donned the shirts. Then it was off to the racetrack. We rode in convertibles with our horses pulled behind in trailers. At the front of the caravan was Barndog, Lady, Foxon and Fabman. Lady held the Flame aloft for everyone to see. At the racetrack the horses were tacked up, but their saddlecloths were new - red and black and labeled "GSR Minions". Foxon, Texasace, Avondale, Balata, and Dixiedotco all got on their horses while I gave Barndog Smooth Belief's reins. The six riders galloped around the track with the Flame while the Japanese crowd cheered and screamed. All six horses were a bit fractious, having been traveling just a bit more than they were used to and the cheers weren't helping but the guys managed to pull off the parade. Volotile Nijinsky led the way, Balata holding the Flame. Then came Dixiedotco on Kristeene S., Foxon on Paper St. Soap Co, Texasace on Baylee's Dreamer, Avondale on Titanium Tie and Barndog brought up the rear on Smooth Belief. Afterward, we took the horses and the Flame to the stables and presided over an afternoon of racing. The Hakodate Racecourse was indeed beautiful and we were treated like royalty. A little sleuthing on my part in the skybox got us the information that the Japanese paper pusher was an imposter and was most likely a notorious hacker that the Japanese authorities were anxious to catch.  I got on my cellphone and relayed all my information to Yochem. "Just bring me back that laptop," he ordered. "Don't let the authorities impound it! I'll find a way to catch him!" The races and the skybox party was a huge success and GSR was hailed by the Japanese community as great ambassadors for the sport of horse racing.  Foxon had managed to get invites to the most exclusive Geisha club in the area so the guys were all champing at the bit to be off. We all went to a restaurant where they prepared the food on hot grills in front of us. Ricdav kept joking to me that the meat they were preparing was cat. He'd say they were "wokking the cat!" and he, Nemi, Nawbo and Kaif would laugh and laugh. I figured they'd already had too much sake. Ladysierra, Ladynzb and I went off to get massages after dinner. While our sore muscles were being pummeled and kneaded, we discussed the guys. "Fabman is so evil," Ladysierra said. "He's determined to get photos of the guys in various embarrassing poses tonight. He's gonna post them on a website when we get back." Ladynzb laughed. "He should just hold the guys hostage with them. He could pay his Paxil bill for a year with the payoff money!" Unbeknownst to us, the guys were parading around the Geisha club in towels being waited on hand and foot by the Geishas.  Kaif, Nemi, Nawbo, Ricdav and Foxon were pretty loaded and continued drinking while flirting with a group of geishas. Barndog, Fabman and Fletch were relaxed and not drunk, just enjoying being waited on while they sat on comfortable chaise lounges watching a big screen tv with CNN on. Tuffguy and Fastvett were chatting up the best looking Geishas in the place, trying to get something more than a massage. Dixiedotco, Balata, Avondale, and Texasace were sitting in a hot tub being fed fruit by geishas while Rich was led away by a geisha who seemed to have a huge crush on him. It was a fitting end to what had been a long journey. April 3, 2004 - The Joke's On Us Hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, Barndog tried to round up his residents. Most of them were staggering, drunk on sake and wine, and sleepy to boot. However, he had some difficulty finding Rich. With the help of  Fabman and Fletch, they tracked Rich to a private room where his geisha was crying and carrying on because he had to leave. "Geez, Rich! Break her heart why don't you?" Fletch teased. Embarrassed, Rich blushed a bit. "Women never do this me! I don't understand it!" Barndog and Fletch took him by the arm and pulled him away from the wailing geisha who followed them to the door of the establishment crying and wringing her hands. Fabman put his hands over his ears. "Trust the quietest guy to pick the loudest geisha," he muttered. Rich shot Fabman an apologetic look. "She picked me Fabman! I swear!" It was a bit of task to separate the crying, brokenhearted geisha from Rich but Barndog managed it and Fabman slipped her a big tip which made her cry even harder. Sheepishly, Rich slumped in the back of the SUV on the way to the racetrack, enduring good-natured taunts and jokes from the other guys. At the racetrack, Ladysierra, Ladynzb and I had everything ready to go for our trip home. The trucks and trailers and horses were all waiting. As the guys pulled up, we realized one thing - Queensland wasn't there to take the Flame from us. "Now what?" Lady asked Barndog when we told him what was wrong. We all looked at each other. Where was our fellow residency? Fabman was the first to break our dumbfounded silence. "Where the HELL is my Paxil?" he roared. To be continued... Written by Winterhear

Flame Trail Stops 16-21 GSR Revisits the Old West Phoenix, Arizona - Turf Paradise Racetrack RBokie ripped up his tickets and tossed the pieces to the arid desert wind. "Stupid POS Arizona horses!" he grumbled while Karie and Keely hid their grins. "C'mon Bokie! It's not so bad!" Mr Luck enthused, cuffing Ryan on the shoulder in a mock punch."You won earlier. That's better than losing the entire day." RBokie gave Mr Luck an evil look and slumped down in his seat, propping his feet up on the seat in front of him. "Where the hell are those NWRC guys? Did you see what they've been doing in their diaries? They killed off their residents in the name of literature!" He barked out a laugh. "Literature! It was pure plagerism! They stole the story from the Greeks!" "Well, we'll be much more original, Ryan," Karie soothed. "No togas and backstabbing in this residency!" "Don't be too sure of that," Mr Luck laughed. "What about all that stuff that went on earlier in the Flame trail with Lady and Barndog and hot tubs and such?" "Don't remind us!" Keely warned. "They had all the fun and we were stuck at home walking drunk horses." Karie reached over Keely's shoulder, pointing toward the cheap seats. "Hey, look! I think it's NWRC!" Sure enough, a small entourage was winding it's way toward them. The guys were all dressed in togas or Roman battle gear. A few of them looked a bit busted up too. Karie and Keely had a hard time not giggling when they saw Kaif's broken fingers and Kurt's dirt and blood streaked Roman armour. "It's Badnewsius!" Keely whispered to Karie. "Risen from the dead," Karie chuckled. "He's pretty dirty but I guess that's from Tracigone burying him every chance she got!" The two ladies smothered their laughter as the NWRC crew walked up. Mike, aka Emperor Bullfrog the leader of NWRC, held out the Flame. "Guess you all are from GSR," he said tiredly. "Yep!" Mr Luck grinned, holding out a hand to shake Mike's. "You guys look like you could use a few nights in Vegas!" The NWRC gang groaned loudly. "I just wanna go home," Mike said apologetically. "This has been a long Flame trail for my residency and we haven't fared too well through it all." "Yeah, we heard about Kurt getting killed and buried repeatedly," Keely said, containing her laughter with some difficulty. "I need a shower," Kurt grumbled, scratching at his armour, kind of like a dog scratching at fleas. "I need some sleep," Kaif said, trying to wriggle his broken fingers then wincing. "Well, at least we got the Flame here in one piece," Mike told Mr Luck. "I think it was a near thing a couple of times!" Mr Luck grasped the Flame's handle and carefully passed it to Keely and Karie. RBokie never turned in his seat. "I hope you have a safe and uneventful trip home," Mr Luck said cordially. "We'll see you at the Equinics!" As the NWRC guys walked away, RBokie stood up. "OK, now that we've got the Flame, let's get the hell out of Phoenix!" Mr Luck took out a map and a GPS device. Ryan made a rude sound. "Not more of Yochem's gadgets!" he grumbled. Mr Luck chuckled and handed it over. Rbokie fiddled with the GPS for a few seconds then brightened and said, "Hey, this is pretty cool! So we're off to New Mexico now?" Karie nodded. "Sunland Park Racetrack and Casino in Sunland Park, New Mexico," she said as they started walking toward the track exit. RBokie let out a low whistle. "Casino! Let's get this show on the road!" In the track parking lot was a huge motor home decked out in the GSR colors. Mr Luck, Karie, Keely and RBokie went inside, setting the Flame in a holder. Mr Luck got behind the wheel while RBokie opened the fridge. As they rolled out of the parking lot and onto the highway, Karie and Keely took out a cellphone and called Fabman, who as usual, was coordinating things from his homebase. "Hi Fab! We're on the road to New Mexico," Keely said cheerfully. "Better you than me!" Fabman acknowledged cynically. "Even the thought of all that driving makes me reach for my Paxil and a drink." Karie laughed and Keely giggled and Fabman asked, "I gather Mr Luck has the travel all coordinated?" "He's got us out on the open road as we speak, Mr Fabulous!" Keely told him. "Everything is going as planned." "Ok. Just remember that when you arrive tomorrow in Sunland Park that the Native Americans will meet you at the Casino and Dexterb (aka Trotter) has your itinerary!" Fabman explained and hung up abruptly. It was a long drive through the night but Mr Luck was cheerful even though he had to stop at every gas station along the way. Between the exhorbitant price of gas and the bad gas mileage of the motor home, it seemed like they spent the whole night filling up and using Fabman's credit card. Rbokie even bought some Twinkies and chili dogs at an AM/PM Mini Mart while Mr Luck filled the gas tank. His wicked chuckle when he swiped the credit card brought grins to Karie and Keely's faces. It was close to dawn and everyone was sleeping when Mr Luck heard some strange noises. He slowed down, thinking something was wrong with the motor home. But the vehicle was rolling along smoothly. Then he heard it again...a moaning sound. He glanced over his shoulder and looked at RBokie, who was passed out on the couch after gorging himself on Twinkies and bad chili dogs with onions.  He was tossing and turning and muttering in some gutteral unknown language. Shocked, Mr Luck pulled over in a rest area.  Once the motor home's engine was turned off, RBokie's sounds became even louder and Karie and Keely stumbled sleepily out of the back. "What's going on?" Keely asked. "What's wrong with Ryan?" Karie stared at him as he writhed on the couch, more strange speech coming from him. His eyes were tightly shut and he seemed to be either asleep or in some kind of trance. "I don't know," Mr Luck said worriedly. "He just started speaking that weird language in his sleep a few minutes ago. Does he speak something other than English, Karie?" She shook her head. "Not that I know of," she frowned. "And it's not like him to toss and turn like that without waking up! This is weird...and scary!" Just then RBokie's voice got louder and his cries in the strange language became fierce and imperative. He waved his arms about in the air, then suddenly slumped and fell silent. "Ryan?" Karie whispered, reaching out to gently shake his shoulder. RBokie woke slowly, his eyes going from unfocused to focused as he stared at the three faces above him. "I had the weirdest dream," he said groggily. Mr Luck grinned. "And you were there, and you were there..." he laughed. "Well, it was a bit like the Wizard of Oz but not in that way." RBokie sat up and Karie sat beside him, holding his hand. "None of you were in it, but like Dorothy, the dream seemed so real and detailed." "What was it about?" Keely asked, going into the kitchen to put on some water for tea. "Indians... er Native Americans to be politically correct." The four of them looked at each other. "Indians?" Mr Luck asked. "What were they doing?" "Having a ceremony of some kind," RBokie said promptly. "But the weird thing is that I was an Indian, not an observer. I was taking part in the ceremony." "Ryan, you were speaking in another language while you slept," Karie said worriedly. RBokie ran a hand through his rumpled hair. "Yeah, they were speaking some weird language in my dream too and I could understand it. It was freaky." Mr Luck looked thoughtful for a moment. "There are all kinds of Native American burial grounds and sacred places near here. New Mexico is famous for them," he said. "I wonder if that had anything to do with it?" Keely brought over some mugs of hot tea and passed them around. "RBokie was possessed by the spirit of a Native American? Weird." As they sipped the tea they all began to think of some more rational explanation for RBokie's behavior. Finally Ryan said,"It must've been those bad chili dogs. They caused the weird dreams." "That and the specter of Fabman whose credit card you've been buying the chili dogs with!" laughed Keely. Sunland Park Racetrack and Casino -  Sunland Park, New Mexico The GSR motorhome rolled into the parking lot of the track and they were met by Native Americans in native dress and on horseback. Written by Winterheart

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