A Lancer Thanksgiving
A Lancer Thanksgiving “I am thankful for my good fortune…my good friends…and my family…” Murdoch smiled around the table, his gaze met by agreeing nods. “And I’m thankful for stimulating company, the privilege of looking forward to a new adventure every day, and awe-inspiring vistas!” Scott held his glass aloft. “Oh, um, yeah, I’m thankful for fast horses and fast wom…” Johnny stopped and glanced at Murdoch, then Teresa…”fast trains!” Teresa smiled. “I’m just thankful that we’re all here together, and we’re going to be together from now on—together with Lancer, the most beautiful place on earth!” Everyone downed their drinks in agreement. “Can we eat now?” asked Johnny. “Where’s Jelly?” Murdoch drummed his fingers on the table. When all he received in answer were shrugs, he picked up the carving knife and starting sawing at the blackened bird before him. “So you really cooked this whole meal, darling?” He grunted as he applied his full weight to...