Granted, I could use magic to make them smell like anything other than sex. It would keep our secret just that.Then I recalled forging the bond. At le...st, I had chanted the words. Nothing happened after that. Had the spell failed? Raven once warned me that a failed or botched spell could be bad. I hoped I didn’t botch it. Who knew what affect it would have on Alyssa, especially considering it was a Tone spell.I finally climbed out of bed. The sweater and pajama pants I wore to bed last night. The bicycle ride back up the hill from "the flat lands" in mid day was markedly harder and hotter than the downhill ride that cool, early morning. Each, unwilling to be second best in our sibling rivalry, had pushed and pushed on the way home. We'd arrived totally winded and drenched."Jean, babes (that was a secret term of endearment we had for each other), that sounds wonderful... it just might save my life... but let me serve you. You look beat and after all, you're just a girl!" (I'll blame. As we saw them top the ridge they suddenly all were thrown from their horses. Then the horses bolted and ran along the ridge heading away from all of us.After getting into a position just north of the incoming riders Two-Feather saw them being thrown and a few less fortunate ones being dragged by the stirrup they were caught in as the horses ran to the south. Two-Feather called on the radio to ask what we had done. I told him we had nothing to do with what was going on and asked if he could. That will also be what trips her up as well. He notices her interest and suddenly she know, and he knows that she knows or something like it,” I said.“How do you know so much about this stuff,” she asked.“Like you said before, my mind goes in a hundred directions at once,” I reminded her.“So do we go through with the interview of the Reverend?” she asked.“Absolutely, we want to know what the church and our priests looks like,” I suggested. “You know he doesn’t have to be an old man, he could be.