"Pronghorn season was over nearly a month ago, and deer season will be over in a few days. It's possible that the hunter mistook the pronghorn for a d...er. Still, he should have followed up on an animal that he had shot," I told the Sisters, as I finished working on the pronghorn for the time. I would let the carcass drain for a while before continuing the butchering. The animal had lost a lot of blood from the gunshot wound so the wait wouldn't be that long."What did you do then?" I asked. He sat next to her and suddenly she was in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her. Her body was so soft and smooth. His hands were roving all over her. He expected her to slap him but she just smiled and moaned. ‘How long have you been planning this?’ Jeff asked. ‘Since you decided to move out. I couldn’t bear being away from you. I love you. I think I always have. Now, I want you to be more than near me. I want you in me.’ ‘I suppose that’s another of mom’s ideas?’ ‘Yes it is. It is. . As he kept a close eye on the food, he hummed to himself. He'd always enjoyed cooking for others, and once he realized he had an opportunity to make her breakfast in bed, his mind was made up. Faintly, he heard the creak of a floorboard, followed by another. Instead of turning around, a wry smile crossed his face, and he simply began to hum louder, waiting to see what she would do. She crept down the hall in silence, clad only in a thin layer of silk. She could hardly keep the mischievous. The older guy pulled his chair back and turned it so that he could watch both of us. The younger agent just glared at me. For my part I just stared back.I could feel the anger radiating off of him. After a minute or two I sat back in my chair, eased my legs out and got comfortable. Or at least as much as I could in that chair. I never took my eyes off his. When he realized that he wasn’t intimidating me, he started talking. “So, Reynolds, why did you try to kill Mr. Wilcox?”I chuckled. “Well.