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On arrival, they are shocked to learn the approval received was in error, the result of a communication glitch.

The women of Liberty Mountain have chosen to live in a world without men.

Chapter 1I stuffed my last cardboard box of personal belongings into the cargo hold of my girlfriend's Toyota Rav4, jumped into the passenger seat, and waited while she fussed over a map with directions to our new home. She flipped her shoulder length hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time and squinted to read the tiny print. " She put the Rav into drive and we started on our way. Darlene was a smart, feisty little brown-haired woman, just under five feet five inches tall, with small breasts, shoulder length hair, and a freckled baby face. We met at a local tavern where we developed an unlikely May-December relationship.

Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. Darlene and I moved in together to save money when my landlord evicted me from my apartment for nonpayment of rent. She played the part of May at the youthful age of 35 years.

She sparkled like a diamond in a coal bin and scared the shit out of the men she approached.

If anything, she was too beautiful and too self-assured.

What a curious blend of emotions for a virtual stranger. Most of the men in the tavern looked like drop-outs from Blubber Buddies or some such weight watching group. She took a small sip and savored it like a gourmet, "Perfect! Darlene hopped down from her seat, and like Alexander the great, set out to conquer the known world. She was the Alpha-Fox loose in the hen house, radiating sexual availability like a neon sign in the night.

" tilted her head back and wolfed it down in one long gulp. Darlene was in a class by herself and that was a problem.

I fulfilled the role of December at the tender age of 67.

Through the process of elimination, we had become drinking buddies at our local tavern. More often than not, we were the last people still standing when the barkeep bellowed out, "Last call for alcohol! The tavern, built in the 1890s, featured a Walnut and Mahogany bar with an odd little 'L' shaped hook at the far corner of the saloon.

They have killed intruders in the past and are willing to kill again to keep their home a secret.

No living man is allowed to know the location of the Colony.

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