Be sure to pick a good one though..." I thought about it for a while and just as Granpah became impatient I said, "Henry!... His name is Henry." He lo...ked at me and then at the beautiful pony as he nodded his head saying, "Henry?... Well, Henry it is... Come on Henry, let's take you to your new stable. Say goodnight now..." I waived goodnight to Henry and I gave Granpah one last hug before heading indoors with Granmah. That same night I felt inspired and I needed a way to release this burst of. *********************************When the night came to actually go through with it I had no doubt I'd be able to do it. I had no hesitation. I was worried about being caught. I was worried about it being successful. But there was no doubt I would try it.The bartender, I never got his name and never wanted to know, had picked a night when he could get employees to cover the bar for him. So, I had to plan it for that night.We'd talked for a while that afternoon. I'd become comfortable with him. If I stopped to take care of necessities, I had to ride harder to catch up with him. When he stopped which was seldom I waited. I did so since I had no idea where to go. If I had left him then went in the wrong direction, I might never see him again. The Indian would not come to find me. He was as stubborn as the horse I rode. It was well after dark when we stopped for the night. There was no reason to start a fire. The food we carried would not be improved by heating it. Which is why we. My whole being was transfixed on the lightest touch of her fingertip. Then as if acknowledging that power Amy intertwined her fingers with mine and softly gripped my hand. I started to squeeze back.AmyI stopped her with a simple "No! Experience only, don't pursue!"Kat complied and trembled. I motioned for her to hold up her other hand. She did so, shakily. I gently gripped the one while I treated the other hand in the same slow, methodical manner; each finger separately then the palm and.