She'd bet the ranch, her love and her life on me when I tried to fix Dad. If he didn't make it, I figure she had a 30% chance of surviving another yea....And Vicky, well I saved Vicky's ass. Literally. I have no doubt she would have been punctured in three holes by most of the guys out there, as would all of the girls they'd kidnapped, if I hadn't done my thing. I could do no wrong and could fix anything as far as she was concerned.Don 't get me wrong. I was hoping and praying that we'd come out. Not that I’m surprised. Horses aren’t the safest topic of discussion. Especially growling horses.’ ‘Wycliff didn’t growl. At least, I don’t remember him growling. And as long as there’s dirt or dust, he’ll find every excuse not to ride. Donny always hated getting dirty. Even when he was Matthew’s age. He’s always been tidy and almost compulsive about his clothes and appearance. I nearly fainted the first time I saw him wearing jeans. Whenever I saw him riding, he was wearing very proper. There was little left to the imagination with the light and delicate vulpine, her high-pitched voice carrying while her friends (he supposed that was who they were) clustered around).“I don’t know why he keeps doing this to me!” She half-shrieked, her tone carrying. “He’s always off with someone…doing something… Argh!”What her boyfriend, apparently was or was not doing did not seem to be of any importance, the wolf, watching, tongue flicking out against the side of his muzzle.An easy target.. His blushing bride was blushing no longer.She had been introduced to his rough and tumble ways of copulation even unto the end of her pregnancy and she made no objection to the constant use because she preferred keeping Sir Robert’s huge cock for her own personal use without sharing it with young females of dubious character and lineage.The kitchens and the hallways were filled with the rumors of a new Crusade to the Holy Land to avenge the carnal use of an entire convent of devoted sisters.