He picked up their trail at first light and thought they must still be close. It had been almost six months since he'd killed his last deer.He stalked...the trail carefully. Despite his forty-nine years, Hitch still moved easily through the woods, silently for a human, listening and adjusting his footing instinctively as the game trail moved over rough terrain. He carried his ruck over his shoulders, his favorite rifle, a stainless Weatherby Vanguard S2, held in front of him, ready for a crack. I don?t need your help!?Tina closed nearer to the car. ?Why is this woman so unkind?? she thought.She carefully looked through the side window of the car. An open bag waslying there. Bundles of something were scattered around it. Tina closed herface to identify the bundles. Notes! Dollar notes! The bag was full bundles ofdollars. ?Shit, this woman must be some kind of bank robber!??Now you?ve get yourself into trouble? thewoman has stepped next to her. She was holding a big revolver.?No,. Let me brush it out now. It's been bobbed up under that wigfor far too long." I wash it regularly," I protested."Yes but you dry it and tuck it away. Now you won't have to. Come on,let me brush it out."Janice was almost prancing with anticipation, as she stood poisedbehind me with brush in hand. I smiled and nodded. She needed no moreencouragement and promptly set to."Ow-oow!" I squealed, "That hurts!" Yes," replied Janice, "you hair's like a rat's nest. It's been tuckedup under that wig for. "I don't know why that is, but I'm not going to complain."She felt him shift as if he was going to pull out. "Don't," she murmured. "Leave the cork in the bottle." As you wish, but we can't stay this way all morning." I know, but wouldn't you like to?"They lay there for another couple of minutes, but she could feel him softening. He was just barely in her, and as much as she didn't want to, she knew they both had to get back to work. She moved so he'd move, and when he pulled back she felt his.