As he was falling to the floor, I hyperextended his arm to the rear damaging his shoulder. I released him as he fell to the ground and stepped back as...Josh Klein moved toward me. I quickly threw a right kick to his side in the kidney area. He winced in pain but kept coming. He threw a punch with his right hand which I moved, and it caught me on my shoulder. I stepped under the punch and wrapped my right arm around his neck picking him up off the ground. I then rotated my hips slamming him to. I don't remember the before. What I remember is watching him step back, carefully looking me over with a practiced eye, looking for imperfections. I knew there were none, at least not in his eyes, or I would never have come to be.He let his tools fall from his hands. The clatter they created would have made anyone jump. It was enough to startle me! If I had been able, I would have jerked in my position. But I could not. I was merely stone; sentient, but stone.He didn't know that I could feel. Martin feel for each other is hard to hide, I'm afraid."Colleen MacAllister raised an eyebrow. "Oh. You are perceptive. Then again, you being able to see through our pretences rather indicates that you are not unfamiliar with ... err ... unusual arrangements?" I prefer not to comment on this, but I will stipulate that I had not a sheltered youth." That much is obvious. You remind me of Ellen when I first met her, and in more than one respect. I always saw her as somebody tempered by adversity,. He was hunkered down in the low brush along the side of the muddy road, when he saw the two riders riding hard the way he’d just traveled. Just as they neared where he squatted, he stepped out and raised his rifle.“Pull them horses back or die in the saddle. Eli Crow here, United States Marshal.”The riders and their horses were spooked when Eli jumped out with his rifle raised. They pulled back on their reins and slid their horses to a stop in the muddy wagon ruts.“Step to the ground real easy.