For some unknown reason, her torturer hadn’t hurt her face. When the whipping stopped and wasn’t resumed, she opened her eyes and saw those glowin... green eyes approaching her. Then, her torturer flipped his hand and her broken body was instantly healed, the chains released their hold on her and she fell to the ground. Slowly, almost cat-like, he approached her, gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. He made the offer she’d heard so many times before “you can end this, you can get off. As I drove along a notorious bendy road cyclists and motor bike riders were over taking me at speed and being a general nuisance of themselves, as I drove along I was cursing them as they passed me. Coming across a sharp bend to the left I slowed right down and saw a cyclist riding in a careful manner, for once. He seemed a little unsure and appeared to be wobbling slightly, as I drove past slowly close to a lay by he shook and fell off, as I saw him in my mirror I drove into the lay by and. She put down two of them and their riders took fatal tumbles, but the third man seemed to be leading a charmed life. He got awful damned close to Ma before I was able to put a bullet into him. We held our place while I checked to make sure that all of the Comanches were dead; they were by the time I finished.None of the Indians or their horses were blocking the road, so we just left them where they were. We hurried to the other wagon to see if there was anything we could do to help whoever. And, without the slightest realisation of the hypocrisy and (as they said) just to be safe, they would also go into the woods to placate the ancient spirits of that country. An added benefit of this, of course, was that it allowed them yet another opportunity to satisfy their carnal desires-- be it beneath the moon or the sun, they cared not.It was on one of these trips, as they lay in their post-coital haze, that they met an old woman. Stooped she was, and wrapped around her shoulders and head.