The next evening I caught up to a war party of Indians I had never seen before. They were Apache and had two young boys of between ten to fifteen year... and five females; one was at least in her twenties, one was around fifteen years, the last three looked to be younger than ten years. They had taken five oxen, six mules, and twelve horses that were not being ridden. I could count fifteen Apaches but was not sure if there were more out along our perimeter as lookouts or scouts. The Apaches. Your uncle and I were just heading out. I don’t think Paul’s awake yet so you might have to wait a bit before you get some company.”“No need. I’m right here, mom.”“Oh, there you are sweetie! Rachel just got here. She’s gonna be babysitting you for the rest of the day.”I groaned. My mom and dad thought that I was too irresponsible to be home alone and so when they occasionally went out, they would ask Rachel to come over and keep me company. Today, they were going out of state to catch a show.. Captain of the flight would be Jack Schwartz, known as BlackJack, a play on his name because of his German extraction though he was a real American from three generations. The other man was Patrick Murphy and known as Paddy with him being like BlackJack, several generations of being an Irish-American. Oh, I’m English by the way. We had trained along with the other three until this selection and I felt sorry for the other woman, but, that’s the way the cookie crumbles as my American colleagues. Vicky was standing quiet by the door looking rather sheepish. “You are just a whore, a cum loving, son fucking, tart,” Cathy continued to hurl abuse at mum. “What you so mad about? “ I smiled “Did you want my cock in your cunt first?” “Huh, you don’t think I am having you put THAT up me, not after it has fucked that slut next to you” “He...we...he didn’t fuck, enter me” mother spat out between sobs. “Oh no???” Cathy walked over to mum and lifted her dress right up so that the whole of.