I dismounted and looked for tracks around the carcass. She was on a grassy area, so I couldn't find any good tracks close, but there was a bare area a...ound twenty feet away and in it were the tracks of several wolves."Ladies, we have a problem," I said. "These are wolf tracks. If there is a pack of wolves in the area, they'll eventually kill off every cow we have, unless we do something about them." What can we do?" Wanda asked."We'll have to hunt them, and try to trap them. Either way, it's. They did not hide their faces. Some were young. Most were older. Unlike the guards, these men did not approach the women, but stood off to the side, watching.As the women watched the men in front of them in confusion, they recognized one face. It was their boss, the great American tycoon that owned the pageant. The women weatched in panic and confusion as their employer faced the group of men and addressed them"Gentlemen, as promised, the product is here for you to consume. I know you all have. I could see the sweaty stain running down the back of her blouse and could only imagine what her breasts must look like now under the sweat-dampened cloth. Then all of a sudden, the guide leading our group, stopped dead in his tracks. As he turned back toward mother, I saw his eyes immediately dip down to mother's breasts for a second. Then he held his finger up to his lips indicating that we were supposed to be quiet as he pointed to a herd of elephants milling around in the distance.. It'll be safer." We can stay right here, Maw," Nina said, sticking out her fine chin."Not with your father gone," she said. "Can't work it alone." I can plow, mules and me, Becky can weed," Nina insisted. The child nodded."Won't make you ugly," her mother said."Ain't my fault," said the girl, sniffing and looking away from both of us, folding her arms across her chest."It's a curse," said the woman. "Her beauty."We had cleaned up the house as best we could, scrubbing the pine floors with sand.