Bitches I thought. I never noticed your French Canadian uncles moving in on me or I would have run for my life. The three of them cornered me in the k...tchen with only those two women as witnesses. Some help they were I would later think. Leo, the oldest one got beside me blocking my escape route. The other two were head on, their hands touching my arms, my shoulders and some brushing of my breasts, all accidently they said, one apology after another. They were all talking to me. I was drowning. His rider rolled with him, his off foot caught in the stirrup. As a bonus for us, the horse following them collided with the downed horse and tumbled also. The rider of that horse managed to jump clear of the carnage. I disliked the idea of killing the horses. I did it because I disliked the idea of dying in their place even more.I had hoped that the entire gang would stop to help their downed comrades. That did not happen; instead, the last rider in the left column reined in his horse and. Crystal was still in the bedroom. I closed the door and walked to the bedroom. There she was - bent and looking for something under the bed. I walked closer and when I said, "Can I help you find it?" she sprung up startled like she was hit by lightning and said, "No thanks Mr Smith, I must have left it somewhere else. I don't see it here." She turned around and started to walk away as I said, "Hold on, one sec!" I lifted the pillow and picked the red thong that was still damp and said, "Is this. "Call the security company and tell them to leave a couple of armed renta-cops at the house until we get back tonight or tomorrow. Cole is my weak spot." What?" She felt as if he had picked her up and dropped her on her butt. "What are you talking about? What do you mean Cole is your weak spot?" Security. Call them and let's get to the bank."She felt him go soft and he released her hand. Rachel felt humiliated by Mark's words and seeming callous attitude toward her. She unclipped her cell phone.