It was the night before the home game against Sac Valley. Little remained of the lemon chicken and baked tomatoes stuffed with bread, garlic, olive oil and parsley that Caydance brought with her to the coach’s cottage. Griff was studying the new playbook. "I composed most of the plays; Durango added a few; Peggy added a few; on napkins, at lunch AKA Harvey wrote more than a few. River and Big Dog made changes. They are no longer in awe of me", Griff sighed. "Kekoa contributed defense strategy. And after a summer playing Super Mario Bros 3 and watching Joe Greene -- Career Highlights, Noah and Darnell made meaningful suggestions. Gerry's bother Marv memorized the entire playbook in one afternoon. Tomorrow we will see what happens when Sac Valley werewolves invade our field."

Curled up on the couch beside Griff, Caydence was reading a library book on World War II Army training in California. In the 1940's, the disappearance of men and women from their homes was not a mystery in Fortress San Francisco. But who was the occupant of the studio in the Hotel California Trail? And where did he go? "Over hill over dale, as we hit the dusty trail, the cassons go rolling along." it was a song that her father sang in the car on the way to Cape Cod when -- for years after the war, long caravans of Army reserve units passed by on the highway.