It is home that they will target. That is why you are in danger, as John was living there. So you need to move out for a while. Anyplace come to mind?... My sister's," Theresa said.Theresa didn't look well. Between the call from her ex and now this, it was too much for her."That would probably be a good place for you and Jessica," I said and then explained to the others. "Her sister and husband run a storage and salvage yard. It's fenced and there are dogs that are in the yard at night." That,". She stood, still naked and bruised and walked over to the bed lying down just to feel some comfort. She froze as she heard the door opening and an older man walked in with some food on a plate and a cup of water.“Your breakfast!” He said without even acknowledging her and turned to walk back out of the room.“Where am I?” Gaby asked tentatively not knowing what the reaction to her speaking or the answer might be. “You’re home!” Came the reply from the man as he exited the room and she heard. ”Rosie grinned and whispered something to Cayuse. He nodded, “Chiquita.”Cayuse carried a handsaw up the jailhouse stairs. Venerable looked on. We didn’t talk to him, left him completely alone. Another kind of punishment. Squaw Whore.Cayuse had told me he didn’t need any help with the Indian Board. I understood; he felt a personal duty, an obligation.In all, he made five trips, leaving around midnight each time. One to each reservation — Lakota, Chippewa, Crow. Then he carried two white canvas. The odor was faint but my heightened senses led me toward my target.I moved onto the second bridge that spanned the main body of the river beneath me. The man was underneath the bridge at the point where it met solid ground. I walked over this point to the middle of the bridge and propped my rod on the guardrail letting him assume my intentions were nonthreatening.To add to the charade I answered the call of nature and took a piss from twenty feet above the running water of the river letting my.