"Sara Lee! What's the matter with you? Why are you going to shoot Dukey?"<br/><br/>Clara looked at Sara Lee's face, then relaxed. "Oh geez girl, you ain't gonna shoot him. You scared me for a minute." Clara laughed when Sara grinned.<br/><br/>"Besides, Dukey is bringing over some goofball friend of his name of Marcel. He is a nutcase fer sure Sara, cute as hell, but almost got his ass full of rock salt last night, showin up at the barn late at night. Damned fool couldn't tell a house from the barn, and I thought he was a chicken thief."<br/><br/>"Anyways, Both Dukey and Marcel will be here around noon, coming here to meet you. Darned if I know why." Clara winked at her friend Sara. "Marcel probably wants to sow some wild oats." Clara grinned at Sara, "You do know what that means don'tcha Sara Lee?"