"Well why not next Saturday night." Saturday it is. What time?" I think about around eight would be best, that will give me time to get the kids ready...for bed and George set for the night."At the mention of the children and her husband Brad's cock wilted back to its normal size. "Eight will be just fine. Is there anywhere specific that you would like to go?" Nope, why don't you surprise me?"They walked off the dance floor and Brad made excuses to her and George about needing to be home for an. “You drive. I want to look this stuff up.”“Sure,” he said and got in. “Where are we going?”“Just start heading out of the complex. I’ll have an address for you by the time we hit the exit.”She had her phone out and was looking for something. Taylor put his phone on speaker and dialed Crawford.“Taylor? Where’s Whitaker,” Crawford said when he answered.“Sitting right next to me. She spent the whole trip back checking if she had cell service so she could look up a lead.”“They radioed in and said. I saw Growlett's former hut was still being saved for our use and while I talked to Routata the girls made us at home in it.He told me they had sent someone up to let me know they were ready to try catching horses about a week or so ago, but the man had come back saying he was sure he'd found our cave, but hadn't found us there.I explained what had happened to us on our previous journey, but told him I was ready to get started as soon as they were. He encouraged me to ride over and check their. He felt strange, there was something familiar about the young maiden. His eyes roamed over her, she was leaning against a small tree… had she fallen asleep while resting, he wondered. She was a very young girl, his eyes drifted over her little body. She wore a rough spun white and green gypsy dress, that had ridden up enough to show her slim thighs, and black boots were on her feet. She was also wearing a dark crimson riding cape with a cowl, that covered most of her face, wavy auburn hair.