”“Mmmhmm.” Disconnect.Fuck!“Mostly, we’ve gotten used to you being a bit of a dork and sometimes sounding like you’re a hundred years old ...nd hate the world,” Rachel said. I held my breath. Had I been acting my age? “Sometime you are too clueless to fathom. It’s like you weren’t even born in this century. You got hit harder than you let anyone know, didn’t you. That’s the only explanation I can think of.”“Maybe I did. But if they started asking questions or I saw a shrink, they’d lock me. She wasn’t exactly tiny but her small, slim frame, supporting perfectly shaped quite large breasts gave her a delicate almost fragile appearance, had their been anyone around to feel protective of her they undoubtedly would, charmed by the certainly not false air of innocence she carried so tightly around her. She was certainly quiet, having been taught privately since a young age therefore having never mixed with people of her own age, or any age for that matter besides her staid, uptight. I went all around the back yard and could not find anything of real interest. The houses of the time were build up off the ground and there was about 2 or three feet between the ground and the bottom of the house. This looked like a place I would be able to do some good exploring. I decided this could wait until Monday when the folks were at work so I could explore without getting caught. Mom and Dad both worked and as was the custom in that era at 12 years old I stayed at home by. You want me to go out there with you?" Would you? I'd appreciate it. I got to hire me a horse though. I come in on the stage." Ride one of mine. I'll lock up here and we'll be in the saddle."I was anxious as we came onto the Wilcox ranch. I was getting nearer Jessie every hoof beat. We were seeing cattle. The graze was down, but the brush and weeds hadn't got a foothold yet. What John Comstock had planned showed he knew cattle and ranching. The cattle had to have had better bulls than the ones.