There was so much that she wanted to tell Frank about their family. Still, the woman hesitated. She and Frank had been separated almost constantly for...four years. It was hard to confide in him at a time like that."Frank," she began. "It's not going to be easy to tell you this. We've always been close, though. You know that your father and I have never subscribed to the way other people do things. That's what caused the trouble with your uncle."Frank sat transfixed as his mother unfolded her. They headed in the direction of the cry for help. Soon the horse was cantering, then galloping, as it pounded the ground; the two women followed suit in the carriage.James saw men dragging off what looked like a blond-haired boy.“Gonna fuck you good,” one of them shouted. They, three men, whooped their excitement loudly. James took note of the three as he dismounted the horse and ran at them. James pulled out three arrows and took his bow from his back.“Picking on a child. Tsk. Tsk.”They turned. That said, does it appear that much of the content here is diminishing in quality? Either the stories are so outlandish they aren’t even possible. Or they are so poorly written that the story is nearly impossible to follow. Or the grammar, spelling, and punctuation is so bad it’s just a jumble of words. I understand some of these issues come from those who don’t speak English as a fluent language. My apologies to you, and thanks for attempting to share your content with those of us who only. It was obvious to me that someone had talked to him after I had called, but before he arrived at my house, though I didn’t know who, and Fred didn’t appear ready to tell me. Again that evening, there was nothing on any of the news programs about the boy’s disappearance, and I had about given up on hearing anything on the news.The afternoon of the third day was when the call came in. We hadn’t had any phone calls at all since the kidnapping which was unusual. My wife was still sitting on the.