It wasn't a bad thing. Game had been abundant, and since I was on Red's back most of it hadn't been overly wary. Mostly I'd seen deer with a few wolve... scattered here and there. I hadn't seen any more cats of any type and I wasn't upset about that.We'd been by four more valley entrances with all the valleys being larger than the one I'd fenced off. I'd also seen three more small herds of horses and my guess was fifty was the largest group. I'd spotted one group of about twelve to fifteen. If someone there knows these folk and will tell them that we don’t shoot people who honestly surrender, it would help.”Okay, are you ready?”“Jeremy, light it up.” He gave me a thumbs up. “Okay, we’re ready.”Over the loudspeakers and earphones, we heard, “This is Tom Moore. I am a prisoner in Henderson of the Protection people. They don’t shoot prisoners. They are tough fighters and they bandaged up two of us. Give it up!”Another voice amplified said, “Anyone else want to speak?”“Yeah, it ain’t. Southern belle can't even stand a little mildly cold weather." 'Mildly cold' my butt. It hasn't gotten above zero (Fahrenheit) all day. And besides, you were sitting in that warm truck cab while I was sitting out in the cold on that snow blower." Wimped out, like I said," Dave grinned.Arlene stuck her tongue out at him.Nat, Nicki, and Whitney looked at each other, not quite sure whether Arlene and Dave were kidding or not, but chuckling when everyone else did, anyway.The meal over, Dave and. ButFriday night is winding down and I usually spend the rest of the nightsitting at my owners feet while they watch the television which a glassof wine enjoying a gentle stroking or a soft scratching. Friday nightsare always slept at the bottom of my owners bed where I have my ownbasket.SaturdaySaturday mornings are my first opportunity to feed since Fridays lightmeal. I have two bowls on the kitchen floor, a plastic water bowl and aporcelain food bowl. My water bowl is simply filled with tap.