‘Aye, Lady.’ I shook my head. ‘Are there any legends of the lake?’ The soldier turned fully around on his horse and looked at me carefully. ...��Aye. Saint Timmothy was said to battle a demon here. And then there is the legend of Old Laird Augustus. His son was eaten by a creature in the loch. No one swims in it, and only the brave put their feet into her.’ I wanted to laugh. So legends were true, huh? I shook my head. Well, maybe there was something to the whole Nessie sightings thing. I never. At her door she hesitated, they exchanged glances, and she whispered that, “she had something to collect, go on ahead!” then darted inside. He slipped down the corridor expecting her to dab on a bit of perfume or something, but never once doubting she would follow him, it was like some unspoken mutual agreement. In his room he picked up a couple of loose items and stowed them rapidly in a drawer… any drawer…pulled up his bedclothes, and was opening the curtains as she arrived, she had recombed. Finding nothing else ofvalue to Al David called in the grenade and cleared out with the others.Before they could leave one of the deputies called out that they had agroup coming in hot. It was the locals and they were itching for a fight.Taylor told them to keep them out, they have a bigger problem to deal withright away.The Boston cops were again the dirty ones but this time Taylor was readyfor them. He asked them to explain why they were there. When one claimedthat they were dispatched Taylor. She stands there, smoke curling round her long auburn hair, her green eyes intent on the sights that whiz by. The long stretches of snow sprinkled on the desert, its vastness open and quiet. The gentle sway of the train, the rocking soothing her. She is once again lost in her own thoughts of the night before…. His hand comes flying down spanking her already angry red ass cheek, her whimpers sound out through their bedroom. His other hand wraps around her waist pulling her harder to him while.