Martha could shoot as well as any man, and she was no fool, so I was staggered when I saw that my homestead had been raided.There was no question that...Indians had done the monstrous deed. For no other reason, I would have known that it was Indians because my mule was butchered and there was evidence of a feast of about 20 men devouring most of the poor animal.I didn't know whether to be relieved or not that there were no White bodies lying around. My two year old son Billy, Jr., and my nine. They tore the closet apart looking for "just the right dress",then Vicky remembered the outfit she wore to Easter Sunday servicesthree years before, which was now to small and juvenile for her, butshould fit Jason nicely.Vicky dug out the box containing the outfit from the back of thecloset, and Susan and Tami jumped for joy when she held up the whitetaffeta little girl's dress with puffy sleeves and short skirt forthem to inspect. Vicky then dug through her closet to find the shoeswhich went. Ashley and Sarah were missing.Taylor said, "Joe, what are those things?" I don't know but I heard one of them speak to the other. It was English! Why take Sarah and Ashley?"The officer said, "You heard one speak English?" Yes, Sir. The one holding Sarah said that Madison was too small and I was male. He left with Sarah and told the one holding me to get rid of me. It tossed me against a wall like I weighed nothing. I think it was leaving but I hit the wall and was knocked unconscious."Sir, was. My eyes opened to see Mei, fully clothed, bathing it with a warm washcloth. From a bowl beside her, she drew another and started cleaning the rest of me. When she had finished with my front, including my face, she bowed low and disappeared, to be almost instantly replaced by her sister, carrying her own bowl. With a look of concern on her face, Wei nudged me to roll over, and gently began washing my backside. When she had finished with everything else, she started on my raw, ravaged bunghole..