They did not need to worry about the Comanches harming the horses, except by accident, as they had an almost religious reverence for horses, though th...y generally only thought of mules as food stuff.Martha and Otto took positions with their rifles on the wagon bed at the front at opposite ends of the driver's bench, while Brown Horse took up his position at the wagon's tailgate. The three adults in the wagon had Winchester rifles, Smith & Wessen top-break pistols, and plenty of smokeless powder. One addition was that I was to sprinkle uncooked rice on the tile floor and kneel on it as I waited for His arrival.The day finally arrived. I prepped as usual, several enemas, shaved, showered. Got my bag of toys ready in the living room. I got “dressed” as I was told, knelt on the rice and waited. It was very uncomfortable, but that was the intent.He was a little late which I noticed because of the pain in my knees. He entered, inspected me as usual, pulled and twisted the nipple clamps.. ’ ‘I hate most of what’s on here and there’s nothing else to do most of the time. That’s why I’m so happy today. You’re the first real visitors I’ve had since I got here, and my Auntie Dee showed up too, and there’s Uncle Jim.’ I felt sorry for Dar and others like him being alone and stuck in a place like this. Sure, they took care of his medical needs, but with nobody to talk to and no visitors in the 2 weeks or so that he’d been here, he must have been miserable. Well, if and when we got him. You crank the reel, slowly drawing the lure back toward you.”For a few moments, the sound of her sweet, melodic voice actually did the trick. His frayed nerves ceased to twitch. His muscles relaxed. His racing heart began to slow.When she paused – perhaps thinking of what to say next – it all surged right back. He opened his eyes, shook his head, and said, “I just can’t...”“It’s okay,” she said. “We’ve got to help you relax, though. You’re so jittery that they might think you’re making the.