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from it all, and this place brings me back to where I need to be sometimes. So easy to forget what matters sometimes, ya know?”
    “Well, if that’s how you feel,” Charlie answered. “Then, crikey, mate, that would be nice. I don’t know how I can every repay you. You’ve done so much.”
    “No need for repaying. Just letting us be here is enough. Let me give the runway a little more thought,” Lucky said.
    Earlier in the week, Charlie had taken Lucky to his bank where Lucky had cashed a check and asked for all Australian one-hundred-dollar bills. When the construction foreman arrived for his payment the following morning after the final nail had been hammered the night before, so to speak, Lucky paid him the entire amount in cash and he asked the boss if he could see the workers together, including the foreman, one more time.
    “I’d like to say ‘thank you.’ You and your team did a great job.”
    The foreman, a little stunned by the sizable amount of cash just handed to him, was quick to respond.
    “Sure thing, mate. I’ll contact each of them this morning and have ‘em show up later in the day right before headin’ home from their other jobs today.”
    True to his word, the men trickled in one or two at a time at the end of their workday and Lucky asked if they could remain until the majority of their co-workers arrived. Lucky then gathered them all together and thanked them for their diligence with this project and their efficiency in completing the project within such an impressive time frame.
    “So now,” Lucky said. “I’d like to give you a little something – just a small thanks for it all.”
    As each man took his place in line, Lucky filled his palm with the equivalent of twenty-five hundred in Australian dollars, which was the equivalent of approximately twenty-six hundred U.S. Not knowing how much money it was, the men just smiled and expressed their thanks until one guy, already in his truck and ready to head home, jumped out, ran back toward Lucky and the remaining men, and said, “Mate, that is nice. Real nice there, mate. Don’t think I’ve ever had anybody do something this nice for me before.” The man grabbed Lucky and hugged him in a big, tight, manly way.
    Lucky saved the foreman’s bonus for last. He received the equivalent of thirty-five hundred. He smiled, put his head down a bit, and said, “Mate, it was pleasure. You make our work all the better. Times have been tough for the guys in my business. This means a lot.”
    “Well,” Lucky answered. “I understand completely. And you never know, I may need you again,” he added with a slight wink.
    The foreman handed Lucky his card and scribbled on the back.
“These are my private numbers. If you ever need me, I’ll put you at the top of the list.”
    Mickey, Dukie, and Nicky were quite content on the ranch. So was Sam, but it was the animals she loved. Each day, she headed to the stable, where she hung out with the stable workers as they tended the horses. Then, she would take off for a ride around the property. She was getting to know the area here quite well. As for the guys, Mickey and Nicky worked with the professor, helping him build first the engine, then the outer shell of his flying machine. They used the wood, soaked in water and bent to its desired shape, as the frame. Once the shape passed the professor’s approval, they riveted aluminum sheets to aluminum ribs and modified them to fit into the wooden shell. This formed the mold. The only problematic areas were the entrance and the landing pods. Should they even have landing pods was the question? After much debate, it was finally decided that they build swivel wheels into the bottom of the craft, allowing it to move in any direction as needed. The next question was how to enter and exit the machine. Mickey suggested that they build a Plexiglas® viewing window on top that would serve another purpose – provide a means of entering and exiting the oval