I think that Luc had found some hot fantasy about fucking some quivering little nine-year-old in a virgin-white dress. My sister talked something ove... with Luc, and finally he seemed to agree to us coming in. "Bring her in here" Luc said as he walked over to what seemed to be a quiet den with a large red couch. My sister pulled up a small chair and sat down in front of the couch after leading me to sit down. Luc sat, took off his shirt,. Examination of the site made it look like she had actually hit the tree, instead of the Indian. But her bullet had knocked a big splinter of wood from the tree; it was almost certain that the splinter was what had wounded the Indian. If she had been lucky enough to cause a big gash, then she had gotten a lot of return on her investment of that bullet, and the amount of blood on the ground indicated that was what had happened. Furthermore, there was a trail of blood leading from the tree and. He nodded a thanks at me. Shortly the stage clattered off with its load of passengers, and I decided to trail after it just in case the two Redcoats made another try for the toothsome young woman with the dark hair.It was barely a mile down the road, just after they forded a swollen creek, that my suspicions paid off. The Redcoats were blocking the way, weapons raised. I saw the younger one drag the girl in the bright cloak from the carriage as I rode into the woods, dismounted and loaded my. "Th-they did wh-what!!!" exclaimed the heavily tattooed man pacing before a table over flowing with maps and scraps of paper. While he might look like a Peisti officer at first glance, one could see that his skin (under all the tattoos) was a weathered tan color instead of blue and his hair, while flecked with the Peisti white, was truly a silvery gray. He faced the wreck of a man standing across the table from him like a tsunami about to deluge his very existence from the world."M-my lord,.