I wasn't a whore. " I'm sorry Daddy. I promise I'll never do it again" I pleaded. I had never seen my father so angry. It was scary. "You better belie...e you won't. I'm going to make sure you don't" We were at our cabin and he forced me into the house. My brother Adam was sitting at the table and jumped up."What the hell is going on?" He asked. Adam just stared at me. "get the fuck out boy! " My father yelled. Adam ran out of the house. My father pushed me into his room and shoved me face down. A large bison herd was within a mile of where we were camped and mounted we should have an easy time taking a small one for camp meat. It suited me fine since younger bison should be tender and fat by now. They were well fed by this time of year and I was actually looking forward to the fresh meat. Zakkon and Mendal rode out early the next morning with me and we were back with a kill in less than an hour.The women made quick work of taking care of it and they had even dug an in-ground cooking. Dressed they went down to the coffee shop for a large breakfast.They returned to their unit and had a quiet day. Ben and Suzanne were in Brisbane doing some work. Helena thought it was with the new building.Suzanne and Ben drove to Brisbane. He had put forward her submission to become a qualified solicitor. They had completed the paperwork under section 5 of the LPA 2007, — Suzanne was admitted. Ben suggested that they return to Coolangatta and call everyone to dinner and they can announce. She. ”“Thanks. I do some of the painting at home, and my dad taught me how important it is to take care for your brushes.”Mrs Crocker’s voice softened. “I have to admit I never thought I’d see you here serving your detention. And you’ve triggered some ideas about what to do with your locker door, if only I can get Mr Peters to agree. I misjudged you Mr Randell, you’re one of the good guys.”“Thanks.”I stripped out of the apron and rubber gloves and bolted before Mrs Crocker submitted to the ‘give the.