On the other hand, the brush was thick enough that they didn't have to worry about facing a direct charge from the Comanches wielding their very dange...ous lances.The Comanches were riding around the wagon fast enough that it was going to be very difficult to score a reliable hit on a man at that distance, but the horses made a much more inviting target. Therefore, the horses it was.The man in the wagon had a pistol which he was using against the Comanches, but not very effectively. He was very. She watched them for a long time before waking them. It took that long for the unshed tears to dry up in her eyes.Consuela spent every free moment the next week... not that there were many... speaking with her great-uncle. When he wasn't talking to her, he was busy calling in favors with contacts he had in Belize, the Cayman Islands, Barbados, Bermuda, Antigua, Curacao, Aruba, Jamaica and in other places Consuela had never heard of. In days, accounts were ready for use in offshore banks that. “Don’t you dare!” screamed Faith. “Don’t you touch me!” She backed away from her cousins but soon hit the wall and could escape no further. She was trapped and they kept advancing. Seeing that the door was still open and she had no other choices, she lunged forward. She figured that if she surprised them, she might be able to get out of the stall and escape, although she saw that as highly unlikely. But she had to try.She never even got to the door. Linny jabbed the cattle prod into her belly. I think she LIKED being told what to do. I think that really is the difference between her and my Aunt. My Aunt wants to submit but she is still defiant. There is a smoldering anger in her pretty blue eyes even when she is behaving politely that makes me picture a caged tiger. She wants to submit, but a part of her is still my hard-ass Aunt Amanda.I don’t know if that makes sense or not, if not – just forget I brought it up. I think about weird shit like that all the time. I don’t tell anyone –.