"'S'okay," she said halfheartedly. After all, there was nothing Ben could have done to change things. "We might as well head back to campus." As she s...id it, her emotions got the best of her and she started to cry. Not quiet lady-like tears punctuated by a few soft sniffles, but something better referred to as weeping, sobbing, or bawling.Ben couldn't help but reach out and take her in his arms. It was a bit awkward with the stick shift between them, but he managed. "There's more going on here. They were desperate to catch up with her, not to let that fine creature, their life and days and fight, be overwhelmed and cut down by the Sietter troops. She pulled Challenger up in a flurry of turves as she neared the Sietter lines, her sword was raised, her wide blue eyes in her thin pale face stared. A young Captain riding at the front of his cavalry had been making for her but he looked in her eyes, as he must do to engage her in combat, and his face turned, he hesitated. ‘Rania. "Who are you? And what do you want?" she yelled at them. It was then she spotted Robert. "What you doing here you thieving bastard? We ain't buying any of your horses, and we ain't selling any of ours." Got some bad news for you Amy. These fellers killed Peitri, Rubin and Roger. They've come to claim the farm. I always told you slaving was a bad way to make money." He told her.The colour drained from her face. She turned and ran screaming towards the house. "Mary, Sheila, these bastards have. Holly's a lovely woman, slim, about my height, with a girlish figure and a lightness of movement that always draws a second look from men -- and quite a few women.I've known Holly since we were roommates in college. We were instant friends when we met and have stayed so ever since. Despite my wildness in college and the trouble it inevitably caused her, Holly's always been there for me through thick and thin. Even eight years later she was still my best friend. It was only two days ago that she.