It was like the march of doom! The Indians simply had no chance against this kind of firepower. Indian after Indian was wounded or killed, with only m...nor scratches for John's men. Finally, the Indians broke and ran for the second time, but this time they didn't make any effort to form a defensive position; they just kept running until they were out of sight.Abigail did her usual cropping job while the rest stood guard; she wasn't bothered. While she was doing that, Jerome brought up the horses. .. but I was scared to."You could ... punish me," I said hesitantly.Master nodded sharply. "Very good little one," I could see a small smile begin to grow on his chiseled lips. "Now tell me ... how should you be punished?"My tummy fluttered. I could feel my nipples bunch and point at him ... painfully aroused. "I don't know..." I whispered desperately.He smiled. "You're a clever girl ... you must have some idea," he said mockingly."I could be spanked," I mumbled, while looking at the. I got closer as they cleaned their weapons and prepared to leave the body in the field. One of them, a woman with shoulder length red hair, wearing leather armor, and with three marks of war paint running across her face, saw me coming closer. Her voice held disdain as she said, “Well, that’s taken care of, no thanks to YOU!”I couldn’t let that stand, as they had the thing down before I was even close enough to help. “You didn’t look like you needed my help.”“Certainly not, but a true warrior. The operations manager was very pleased that I had completed my run early. They were running short on some of the materials that I had in my load. I had saved his butt, and he knew it. They were already beginning to unload the trailer. My next run was not scheduled until Monday morning; so I had the next five days off. That would give Bill and me some time to ourselves, and some time to figure out what to do about his problem."Bill, you still back there?" Yeah, but it's getting awfully hot,.