Stepping out of the elevator behind her, Allan followed Marty towards the broken generator.  He give a silent growl of approval when she bent over, stretching her coveralls over the curves of her nicely-rounded buttocks.  Then, he heard her ask about his brother and the farm.<br/><br/>"Well, to be honest, when I left, he didn't seem much like the type for farm work - he was something of a tinkerer, an inventor, more than a farmer to me.  And to be honest, the ranch would do much better in the hands of one of my sisters - all strong-minded frontier women.  Dad'll never go for it, though - on Arcadia, anything owned by a woman becomes her husbands' when she gets married.  And I mean WHEN, not if.  Most women that own their own property on Arcadia are old widows whose husbands died in some accident."<br/><br/>Pausing a moment, he did make one observation.<br/><br/>"Still, it's been almost 10 years since I've seen them - a lot can change in that time."