Any predator should shy away from humans, or, at best, regard us as one of their own, but animals tended to become wilder and less predictable further...from the ringriver. I could tell myself a thousand times that Hotene was in no danger from attack, but I couldn’t help thinking of what might happen to her, nor force visions of teeth and claws ripping into soft flesh out of my head.The environment itself posed a far greater threat. Snow that appeared firm could take two or three of Hotene’s. That tournament has blocked it off." Why don't we go and watch the pros," Fiona said brightly. "We might learn a thing or two." The only thing I'll get out of it is an inferiority complex when I see how far they hit the ball."Fiona rolled toward me and took my hand. "You've got nothing to feel inferior about, trust me," she said, stroking my crotch lightly. You're a big hit with me." Thank you. That's what counts." Do you know what tomorrow is?" she asked."No ... aside from Friday ... I don't.". And I was right there with him with my own sighs and gasps and moans and my own soft whispers of appreciation and respect. And it was now getting difficult to do anything but recognize the need, the building need. The whispers stopped. From both of us. Now, it was only moans and gasps as something new happened by one of us. A tilt of a pelvis, a sudden out of sequence thrust, another nip at my nipple, or a grinding of my pelvis into his at the deepest of a thrust. And, I sudden felt more than. None of the raids ever penetrated far enough into the Estancia to threaten the village, ranch area, or Hacienda thanks to the Scout/Sniper teams, the observation/signal posts, and the Estancia’s signaling system.Most of the Apache and Navajo raiding parties were ten men or less, sometimes on foot and sometimes on horseback. The Comanche raiding parties, on the other hand, were anywhere from twenty to sixty warriors and always on horseback.The Estancia had lost a wrangler and two farmers.
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