It was nearly as good as ?I love you? For Gina. The cabin was dark save for what little light came in from the open cabin door and the small porthole... lining the top of the cabin. Gina and her husband had just refurbished the cabin a couple years ago, redoing the woodwork and brightware throughout. A small electric refrigerator replaced the space for the cooler and they had installed many small cleats even to places that would normally not have them. It didn?t take long for Gina?s. She walked slowly, feeling completely powerful and bitchy, slowly enough that when she went by Asha and Tammi's room this time, she heard it very clearly... a moan. Connie stopped. Now there were voices, she couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could tell there had to be more people in there than just Connie and Asha. Well, that made no sense, everyone was supposed asleep by now. She bent down by the doorknob for a better listen.The door swung open. Connie jumped back. Before her. Even when Linda tells me the same as we drive to home I remain displeased.Only in the night when I am nearly asleep do I suddenly understand. Of course this woman does not lie! I feel very foolish that I have not seen this before. She fears for her man, her husband. She did not know of the crime that he has done, she only wishes to protect him, and she feels she should not say this for that reason. It makes deep conflict in her. I hear again her voice, the words she says, I see in my mind her. The appearance of the man coming in from the front made it certain that Mary was in trouble, so I dropped my attempt to guard the rear of the wagon and turned my attention to the front. I did not dare run to the front, but it was close enough that I was at the front edge of the canvas cover in only moments. That was when I saw what I most feared: Mary was lying in the bottom of the driver's box with blood gushing everywhere. Her throat had been cut from ear to ear, and I could see that she was.