Most are days old, but those that have a good outline, the tracks with edges just starting to crumble are six hours old.”“Good, my son,” Swift t...ld him. He pointed to one set of tracks, “One day,” pointing to another, he added, “two day. Rest many day. How long for grass to straighten if horse walk over?”“If he has a rider, hour and a half or longer, if no rider, an hour or so,” Hawk told his father, then looked downcast. “Do I really have to go back east?”“Yes, educationing important,” Swift. I threw my knife at him and charged, ducking low. The gun went off almost in my face, burning my hair and nicking the top of my left ear. I smashed the man back and right through a window, hardly hearing the frame and glass shatter over the ringing in my ears from the gun's blast.I held him tight and landed atop him in the bushes, feeling the breath knocked from both of us. I crushed his throat under my forearm and watched his eyes roll back. I got to my knees, heaving, felt at my ear, kicked. She hardened to my touch. "So you're enjoying this?" No, not really."I reached down and put my finger inside her panties and felt her vagina, it was wet to the touch. "I see, then why are your nipples hard and your pussy wet?" She didn't answer me. "Fine, don't answer me, I don't give a shit. Come on Erika let me see the big prize." She hooked her fingers into either side of her panties and pushed them down over her hips and let them slide to the floor where she simply stepped out of. I haven't been the domineering bitch that I was, since I stopped associating with Barocca so much. Like I said, even though I could use the excuse that someone else possessed my body to **** Jeanne, I won't. It was still my flesh and blood that did the deed. "If there's anyone here that doesn't trust me, or is still afraid of me for any reason, raise your hand. I want to know how you feel, and then I'll start thinking real seriously about whether or not I stay around here." There was.