" There was an approving murmur in the crowd. The second, third, and fourth groups' speakers stood and agreed with Jimmy.The fifth group's speaker was...Gladys McMahon, a young woman of about twenty. "I speak for our group though they are aware that I don't agree. Our group, by a narrow margin, is against such a trip. We feel there is too much needing to be done here and an exploration trip would take needed resources from the community that could better be used here. As for me, I want a trip and. We men discussed whether or not we should raid another Comanche village to remind them what could happen if they did not leave us alone. So far, we had not yet decided that we had to act so strongly. After all, it was amusing to have someone to shoot at every once in a while.The Chiricahuas and the Navajos were leaving us pretty much alone, but that could change at any time. Honey Bee and Spring Flower were still visiting the blackberry patch, but White Buck and I did not worry much about that. The helmet hid their face from him, and their body was covered and concealed under a thick camouflage field jacket. From his vantage point at the top of the hill he could just make out their location, but nothing else. The bulky cut of their clothes hiding from him any clues as to their actual size and even gender. He crouched down into the long grass and slowly began to move towards the figure, keeping it in the scope of his rifle, smiling to himself as they frantically searched the sky line. “Do you now?”I smiled back. “Look at me, I'm a pale white woman in my forties, of course I do.”“That’s funny,” he said.“I’m Lindsay.” I offered my hand.“Terrance.”We shook hands but didn’t say anything for a minute or so. But he saw me smiling and asked, “Have you smelled many sweaty black men before?”“Not many, just a few.”He laughed again and the driver didn’t seem to be paying attention while we made small talk. I told Terrance that I went to the YMCA but I’d thought about Planet Fitness and.