Drove to Prescott yesterday so Erika could visit the people she works for in the summer. A most amazing house. They levelled off the top of a small mountain and built on the plateau that was created. The house is about 200' long an30 to 40 wide. mazing interior and landscaping.
Short visit in the town then home by 5.

few minutes earlier Pablo was pulling up to the hotel when he saw Marsh entering a taxi.  As the taxi pulled away, Pablo hesitated then pulled out and followed. He thought, ‘I am just too late, but perhaps I can be there to bring him back.’  He was squeezed back behind Marsh’s taxi, separated by at least a half dozen vehicles, he accelerated to catch up and was only four vehicles behind when the taxi abruptly turned down a side street, the second sharp turn into the alley caught him off guard and he was past the mouth of the alley before he could react. He geared down; turned in a one eighty across the oncoming traffic and turned again across the now approaching traffic and into the alley.

 Ahead a few meters he could see the taxi and what was obviously a scuffle, Marsh was on the pavement and three men were kicking vigorously.  Pablo pushed the gas pedal to the floor, his coupe charged down the alley, one of the attackers saw him coming and tried to run, he wasn’t fast enough and Pablo’s steel bumper caught him and sent him flying up and over the taxi. Simultaneously Pablo swerved and braked to a jolting stop, his car scraping the rear bumper and fender of the taxi.  His door open before he stopped, he slid out and rounded the back end of his car, a stiletto like knife appearing like magic in his hand.

 The remaining two assailants were running down the alley, quick as a ferret, Pablo caught up to the slowest one and as the man turned, Pablo slashed to the bone, the two outstretched hands before him. So vicious was the single slash that one finger was severed and fell to the alley.  The man screamed and turned to run, Pablo hesitated then stopped and ran back to where Marsh was huddled on the ground.

 “Senor, Senor.”  Pablo cried. “Are you okay, can you hear me?”  

 When there was no answer Pablo felt and found Marsh’s pulse beating strongly.  Relieved, he then checked for any obviously broken bones.  Finding none, he carefully rolled Marsh onto his back, then went to his car, took out a bottle of water and a rag and went back and gently started wiping the blood and dirt from Marsh’s face.  Suddenly Marsh groaned, his eyelids fluttered, then as his eyes opened, he grabbed at Pablo and struck out.  Pablo ducked, grabbed both of Marsh’s wrists and said, “Este okay Senor Marsh,este okay, it is me Pablo, you are safe now.”

 Marsh resisted for a moment until Pablo’s words and voice registered, then he relaxed and muttered through a swollen and cut lip, “Sorry Pablo, I should have listened to you. Where are they?”

 “One I hit with my car, the other two hombres they ran like rats.  But we must get you to a hospital, Senor.”

 “No, no hospital Pablo, I will be fine, just help me up and take me back to the hotel.”

 “I don’t think the hotel is a good place while you are hurt, Senor. You should go to the hospital.”