The rest of the Indians seemed to notice the loss of the chief right away, and they broke off the attack. They met over where the war chief had been a...d milled around for a while. After a few minutes, a Comanche came riding fast, but alone, toward the wagons. He did not seem aggressive, and it was soon apparent that all he wanted was the body of the dead warrior he was riding toward. The people of the wagon train held their fire, and the Comanche picked up his fallen comrade and rode off. More. It was a reaction, and one I knew, even as it happened, was too much reaction for the provocation given. I wasn't a violent person. I disliked violence, but there I stood, committing it. Kyle jumped back from my punch, his hand moving quickly up to his mouth to check for blood or any signs of a cut. His eyes had narrowed, anger flashing hotly as he glared back at me."You're crazy, you know that? That's assault. I'll have you arrested, and I'll sue you for a million dollars."Kyle was wild eyed. The atmosphere in the train car suddenly became thick, swimming with heat and anticipation.Then he bit her ear. Hard. She swallowed her yelp, not wanting to attract attention. “Don’t turn around. Don’t make a noise. And do what I say.” He fingers traced her ass crack, down to the steaming heat between her legs. “Yes,” she whispered. Her pussy seemed to spring with moisture as the tips of his fingers touched the inside of her thigh, gently caressing everywhere but where she wanted him. We used the outside shower and soaped each other down carefully before rinsing and each drying the other in turn. This lead to more kissing and as things heated up, I grabbed her in my arms and carried her to the place I know so well. It was a place to which I was invited to make my own so many times, to stay, to remain, and to receive my first coffee each morning. However, I never did accept the invite and every morning it was accepted that I would make my way out the front door, go home, get.