I smiled back and mounted the driver's seat, well roused.In less than an hour we were at her country home, a fine, old house atop a gentle hill in the...midst of wide and bountiful fields and a grove of elms. I helped her down, followed her into the house and sat with her in the high-ceiling dining room while her coffee-colored maid brought us some cold food and a bottle of wine. I opened the wine and filled our glasses."Now," she said, taking a deep breath, "let me explain."I sipped my wine and. Erik felt a slight twinge of insult at the indifference, until he realized it was his own mental order that made her act this way. Once he saw her cleaning around her breasts though, he completely forgot about it and just enjoyed the sight. They likely would have stayed this way for a while, until Erik added to her lather with his own special cream. But they were instead interrupted by the shouting of several girls just around the corner. Curious as to what kind of disturbance could happen. I drew my revolver with my left hand while I hung on to a rock projecting from the wall with my right hand.I fired three quick shots and hit all three of the Comanches standing opposite me. One fell forward into the arroyo with me, and I did not take a chance: I put a bullet into his head. The other two Comanches had fallen back so that I could not see them. All I could do at the moment was to hope that I had hit them both with bullets in places that kept them from attacking me any. .. I gave her an injection that knocked her out, cuffed her, locked a ten foot chain around that slender neck, and carried her on my back into these woods. She had awakened while I was lying concealed in my pit. Obviously she had no idea as to why she was chained this way and then left alone, naked, and quite helpless. She tried yanking on the chain, then with her hands behind her back securely cuffed, and a ball gag in her mouth she simply sat down and cried, big tears rolling out of those.