“David,” she murmured, “This voyage has been magical. On nights like this I can really believe there is a God.” He looked at her touched by he... faith and thinking of the other side of the coin. He had seen abject poverty and suffering. He had been a part of battles where men had fought each other with unrestrained brutality, using every skill and trick they could muster to kill before they themselves were killed. Where was God then he thought? Her voice interrupted his thoughts, “David do you. We kids took to him right away, sensing that he was our only chance for survival. I continued driving our wagon with Sawyer in his, right behind. He shared our food with us and vice versa. Nights were another thing though. It got cold so he would build a big fire and we would huddle around it to get ourselves and our blankets warm before turning in. Sawyer would insist we slept in his wagon with him. Body heat, he said, would keep us from freezing. He would lay in the middle with Mary on one. Main to apni dost ki baap ko envy karta tha ke kitne kismet wala honge who insaan joy eh godi godi boor ko aapne lund se khub masla.Main kafi din se mauke ka intezaar kar raha tha.ekdin ghar mein koi nahin tha.main 1st floor mein rehta tha who ground floor mein. Main kahana khan eke liye niche unke ghar aya karta tha. Ekdin main khana khane pouncha to dekha aunty akeli hai aur khana paka rahi hai. Main chupke se peeche jake khada ho gaya, aunty mujhe notice nahin kiya who khub kadai me sabzia. He napped lightly, waking abruptly at intervals through the night. The hairs down the center of his back prickled as he felt eyes watching his every move. At last, shortly before dawn, he caught a glimpse of something palely glimmering in the branches below, and heard the faint rustling of leaves as something moved toward him. He lay very still, one hand resting on the hilt of his dagger.The stalker drew closer, moving silently. Just below him it paused, as though uncertain of what its next.