To look at, Arlo was like many other fifty-nine year old men: he was of average height and his once-dark hair was now grey. He was neither fat nor thin and dressed casually - usually in black trousers, a blue shirt and his favourite cowboy hat. Hie thin face had taken on a more troubled look since Maria had died of cancer one year before. She had helped him through the bad times and sure he took the pills he needed to keep him calm.