Suddenly she realized she didn't know who or what she was.I ignored the tears forming in her eyes, "At first I got into this because of the promised m...ney and to protect Tiffany. I now have a hunch I would not live thirty days past the time your husband regained control of Hundley. I would become a loose end. Don't you realize that?"She wiped the tears away and tried to defend her husband and herself. "Why I would never, Daniel would never, no ... you're mistaken." Her hands grabbed at her. At least as much as I could two inches away from her. I saw her drape the damp shirt over her bag before unlacing her boots. I realized that was a good idea so began to do the same.Bent over side by side, she glanced at me and smiled before looking back down and focusing on her laces. We carefully wrung our socks so the water would not go back into our boots.“I’ve never gotten this wet hiking before.”Her response came in a beautiful french accented english. “It’s absolutely pouring.”At this. I was the reward at the end of everything, I am Bi polar, denying my husband sex at first was the hardest thing I could do, with my illness the need for sex can honestly manifest as pain. So I took lovers. This went on for 32 years with one bad day when my husband in 2001 decided he was going to a new job, people were hurt. In 2007 he retired and went to work for another company, A major air logistics company at the airport, He had started from scratch, two years later I had been without sex. Jane washed the dirt an' trash ofen his wounds an' we bandaged him up as best we could. We hoisted the nigger up ta the edge of the gully an' then ta the wagon. It wuz a damned good thin' that he wuz knocked out by the laudanum, cuz the rough handlin' we wuz forced ta give him would of hurt like hell. We finally got him lyin' more or less comfortably in the wagon an' covered with a few more blankets. Jane an' Mary Elizabeth rode in the back of the wagon with him while I drove back ta the house..