“Blasphemers! Idolaters! Fornicators! God will punish you! You will spend eternity in the Pit! You shall be cast down! Repent! Repent!”“Playfair... have you lost your mind? I want you off my property now!”“Blasphemer! Fornicator! You shall suffer torment for eternity!”It went on in this fashion for several minutes more, with Playfair incoherently demanding the Culverins repent, and the Culverins staring in disbelief. Jacob managed to take his trousers from Charity and slip them on and motioned. The guy took up what he thought was a boxer's stance, and I just kind of stood there, sizing up my opponent. I was giving away seven, maybe eight inches in height and probably 50 pounds in weight. Seemed like a fair fight to me. He looked pretty drunk and I was cold sober.Suddenly, I kind of threw my hands up."Wait, wait, wait, wait," I started, as I casually walked toward where he was posing. "We've got to set the rules." Rules?" he said, with a puzzled look, and he dropped his guard for just. " Will you at least take supper with us?" The wife smiled."Aye, thank you miss, we can do that but first let us bury the dead."After removing any traces of the battle from the farmer's land, theentire group sat on the ground, behind the barn far away from the road.As the farmer's wife and her daughter began walking around filling smalltrenchers of bread full of stew, she said. "My cousin Hendrix said youmen rescued a couple of girls from the burning last week."The youngest of the group. I had to crane my neck to look down because the female on the other side of the door was almost two feet shorter than my six foot six lanky frame.The pretty young thing dressed all in black was not a midget or a circus freak, she was just a short girl with an extremely fetching face that tugged at my heart strings and places further south right on the spot and with no reticence on my part about hiding my erection.I opened the door all the way and quickly scanned the hallway left and right and.