"Just bake me some more of  those chocolate chip cookies." Sean grinned.<br/><br/>"Have a seat Lone Star. Agent Murkow..... haven't worked with you for a while. Have a seat and I will have these ready for you." Officer Rick raised an eyebrow as he glanced away from his copying.<br/>"Feel free to close the door."<br/><br/>"It is of no problem. Uncle Jesse, there is enough food to open a small store here. Why so much food?" Jack asked.<br/><br/>"Meredith was and still is an extremist. When she gets an idea in her head, then the idea stays for at least 5 years, usually closer to 7. She then drops that part of her life and moves on. Only once did her idea of a perfect home lasted under 5 years. That was when she thought that the Native American way was the right way to go. She found out that truly being a Native American was not as easy as she thought and no one gave her the pity she wanted. She barely lasted 4 years before she left with Sean. I had a hard time finding her. She rode off as a Native American then took a bus to who know where. She changed her looks on the bus and no one was the wiser. I saw her next at Dad's funeral because she needed money but there was none to speak of. We shared the ranch." Jesse spoke quietly.