Sean returned to work after recovering from his trip to the woods. Holding a French fry above the fryer he said, “You will tell me all you know or I...will drop you in the boiling oil!”“No!” he cried out in a high pitched voice.“Who is blackmailing Rita?” Sean asked shaking the fry.“I will tell you nothing,” he answered in a high pitched voice.“Talk now or it is the oil for you!”“No!”Sean released the French Fry and watched it fall into the fryer while crying out in a high pitched voice,. I didn't have to tell her twice.We made it back to the ravine without an incident and were back to our campsite a few moments later. Once Samantha's trailer was hitched back up, we were ready to go. I led the way. It was almost noon by the time we exited the ravine and it was one o'clock when we crested the hill overlooking it. We stopped for a quick lunch there, spending our time stretching our legs and watching the great herds grazing on the plain that lay beyond the ravine. The girls were in. Most of the frat boys were in the room by then. Cheryl was now topless in front of almost a dozen boys.“She sure has a fine set of hooters,” a boy said.“Didn’t you say that she was still in high school?” a boy asked.“Yea. The sexy little bitch is only sixteen,” Garry replied.“Is she a virgin?” another boy asked.“I don’t know, but I’m fixing to find out,” Garry answered, as he unfastened her skirt letting it fall around her ankles.Cheryl slurredly mumbled something incomprehensible as Garry. Otto had been riding for about 45 minutes when he heard a rifle shot, followed by several pistol shots. He immediately turned toward the source of the noise and pulled his Winchester from its scabbard so that he would be prepared for any sort of eventuality. He crossed a low dune and saw a woman lying on the ground behind her horse, which was obviously dead. Two Indians were sitting astride horses just out of effective pistol range and threatening the woman with their rifles. They appeared to.