No more lies right, I assume you want to know if there has been others, besides daddy?"I chuckled, "From that little intro, obviously there have been....She dropped her eyes and just nodded."Very many?" I asked.She blushed and asked, "How many is many?" Is it over a dozen?" No no of course not."I smiled, "More than six?"She shook her head to indicate no, then said, "three," and she looked at me to see my reaction and added, "four counting daddy."I didn't react, my mind was rushing all over the. " Everyone looked at me; I smiled and said, "Let's look at what we have." The squeal was cut short as Amy covered her mouth. Giggling, everyone else began chores and cleaning. Brenda took the first watch. Amy and I went to the weapons safe. We took all the small frame pistols, a .410 and 20-gauge shotgun; several rifles and then picked up ammunition for them.We loaded my small truck and drove out to the shooting range. Amy was very cautious at first. She would close her eyes during each shot.. Her facewas unusual, but intriguing, with hooded brown eyes under gracefully-arching narrow eyebrows, an aquiline nose, and a wide, sensuouslycurved mouth which opened to reveal large white teeth. Her was dark, asI said, and very curly, tumbling down to her shoulders. And as shelooked at me, I felt that her gaze was sharp, intelligent, and just abit predatory."Charmed, I'm sure." Her accent was pure Boston. "Okay, Clinton: Peelthe tomato." What?" I asked, startled."You heard," she said, "peel. “You know, there’s plenty of room in here for you to get a shower, too.” “Thanks, but I already got one while you were napping, remember.” Suddenly, the curtain drew back a few inches at the back of the tub, and Lucia’s face appeared. It was clean now, the evidence of what had happened only minutes before had been washed away. It was the pretty face of the girl he had met on the trail, her brown hair wet and falling around her face. Reaching up, she brushed the wet hair out of her face before.