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      Monte-South was founded as a small, trade town in 1848. In 1858 it was attacked by Indians that took many lives of the locals and only few of them stayed alive and continued to live on their land. In 1861 the town flourished thanks to the founded gold fields here in Colorado. People came here with the whole families and in several decades the town became twice bigger of its initial size, so the population increased too. During the time Monte-South became one of the best places for leisure that was actively supported by the locals, because their budget depended directly from the tourists’ flow.

      At the anniversary of town foundation which was celebrated on 10th June many tourists came, and this day was officially considered to be the beginning of the summer season. Everybody dressed up in traditional clothes of Americans and Indians of the 19th century and made a joking battle on the big field. After the battle the Mayor made a speech in the honor of their great town and its nice livers. Immediately after that, the celebration which was lasting couple of days began. Locals together with the tourists danced directly on the streets, sang songs and had a lot of fun.

      Angie thoroughly got ready to the performance. She as a true local of this town considered herself as a part of the history, no matter she hasn’t been living here from the early childhood, and this holiday was her favorite one. The whole hour she was twisting in front of the mirror, touching up, retouching some parts; she really wanted to look perfectly according to the character. This year she decided to robe as an Indian. The only problem was her golden, burned with the sun hair and light green eyes. It was solved with the help of black wig with the hair length down to the waist which she decorated with Indian strings and talismans, and dark brown lens. Her forehead was embraced with the thin, twisted from colorful threads fillet with long white feather aside it. A dark, brown tunic hardly touched her knees and opened slender legs with the delicate ankles. Lighter fringe was sewn on the edges of it. In front and on the back, it went down in a form of a triangle opening well-rounded hips. Her feet were dressed in golden sandals on the flat sole with the lacing up to the knees. Fair brown and golden shadows emphasized her beautiful, almond eyes. A bit of a blush-beige lipstick and, voila, she was a completely different person. A swarthy, dark hair beauty-Indian girl who was ready to meet her enemies on the battle field was looking at her from the mirror. Angie was very glad. Her character was brisk and at the same time extremely realistic. She twisted in front of the mirror one more time and went to the celebration.

      Black jeep was driving along the road from Denver to the South in direction to Monte-South. Two men were sitting in a deadly silence. Finally, one of them couldn’t restrain himself.

      “What the hell, Alex? I’m not your nanny. I don’t understand why I have to drag with you somewhere, I have no idea where to. I wanted to go back to New York, finish my things and fly to France with Christian.”

      “Because you’re my best friend, my support and armor. You’ll stand for one day.” Max frowned and squinted his dark, astonishing eyes. “You know, Unity was my Mom’s friend and the only person who offered her help, when Mom got a cancer. She came to her, gave her medicine and look after her, until I beavered away at the factory and studied. And why am I telling you this, you know it too well.”

      “I do,” beetle browed Max huffed. “But I refuse being her victim.”

      “A victim?! Oh, you’re just a moaner and a pessimist. Look at the things more optimistically. There will be a celebration, everybody will have a good time and fun, that won’t be a bother for us. Last six months were incredibly hard.”

      “Without leaving the place, I can offer you as a minima dozen variants of a great leisure.” Alex reproachingly squinted at his friend. Max rolled his eyes up and turned to the window. “You send her expensive presents every holiday. Why do you want to meet her right now?”

      “I haven’t seen her for ten years, since the moment when my Mom was gone. It seemed to me that, if she looked at me with such a compassion as she did at the funeral one more time, I’d cry out. She is the part of the past I’d like to forget but it’s impossible.” he screwed up. “Moreover, she can’t stop searching for a wife for me and this is unbearable. She constantly sends me photos of her sisters, cousins, aunts, friends, neighbors, thanks God, she’s got some mercy for me and don’t send her grannies.”

      “Oh, don’t tell it to me,” Max smirked, “my Mom constantly manages to make the another bride show. I’m afraid that at one wonderful moment woken up in their house, I’ll see a priest standing near my bed and proclaiming marriage vows; there is a ring on my finger and next to me in my bed… my wife. And don’t laugh, you’re the next one after me. So save me as an apple of the eye. Mommy sleeps and sees us being married, respectful Misters with big beer bellies and a batch of children.”

      “I do save you as a crystal statuette.”

      “That’s it.”

      Max nodded contented with the answer and looked at his friend who he had known many years and saw a usual, smiling man having nothing in common with the man who spiflicated his opponents without missing a beat. They had been best friends and partners in business for almost ten years already but even he couldn’t peek under his skin. Alex never opened completely to anybody. A board appeared ahead “Welcome to Monte-South, town of love and piece. Population 2000.”

      The celebration of the town anniversary was in a full swing. Bright, trade stalls with different things were spreading from the center till the border of the town where the woods line started. All sorts of things were at that fair: and clothes and handcrafts and different household stuff and postcards; everything the soul could desire. The music from 80th up to nowadays was sounded from the columns, creating the atmosphere of the joyance and happiness. People worn in costumes of Indians and simple Americans of the 19th century were walking among the stalls, bartering for the fancy thing, singing in karaoke and dancing. There was made a special battle field near the woods for the fight between Indians and the locals that was appointed precisely at four in the evening. That’s why most of people were going slowly but clearly to the place of the epic battle for the town.

      Unity Douson, a short, ample-bodied woman spiffed in a luxuriant dress of the lemon color in which she looked like an overeaten canary was standing near the battle field and accepting the congratulations with her birthday. It happened so, that her birthday matched with the anniversary of the town foundation that made her incredibly happy. She didn’t forget to announce everybody who appeared in her sight that it was the fait itself to make her the hostess of this town. All the locals tolerantly referred to this talkative woman and congratulated her with the smiles.

      “I’m so happy,” she twittered watching bottom-up at her good-tempered, lanky husband who was smiling, nodding and keeping close at hand his bright, noisy wifie. Mayor Douson had a very easy-going, good temper and, evidently, was firmly fixed with his wife’s heels. But it didn’t prevent them to be the most

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