I did not want that. But if I moved her, what then?I had a few moments to consider her life or death in blissful silence.Then, like women always do, s...e started talking; maybe she heard my breathing, hacking bodies is hard work. Damn, unlike most girls I find tied and bagged, she even had a sweet voice, like an angel drunk on honey.“Hello,” she said, using her polite indoor voice. “I can’t see, but I am guessing that I owe you some thanks.”Such calm courtesy was not expected, any of the chicas. No, I am speaking not of 1997 but of 1897 when the west was still being won. In all honesty most of the winning was over and done with, but there were a few pockets here and there that were throwbacks to the earlier time of strife and danger.Bitchback Mountain was one of those still dangerous places. Most people think it is located in Northern California but according to my maps it was north of the California border in that wild and wooly place of the Pacific Northwest where lumberjacks and. To see photos or to hear her telling some other man how much she loved him would stay a stone in my heart forever.Finally I just decided to sit down and talk to her. We had always been able to work through our problems. I didn't think she would lie to me right to my face. Damn.Before I had the talk though, I wanted to make sure that Lucy was mine. Tears came to my eyes just thinking about that. I immediately got a swab from the baby and put it in a Ziploc bag. Marla was coming in for a checkup. You'llsee guys get in, foot, fanny, foot. They step into the car. But a girlalways gets in fanny, foot, foot. Unless of course, you're getting intothe back seat of a two-door car, which you should never try to dowearing a skirt, especially a tight one." Andie smiled.Kelly considered the instruction, it did make sense. It would keepanyone from seeing up your skirt unless you were very careless. Movingcarefully he tried to follow Andie's directions but discovered that hewasn't quite tall enough.