Béla stared back, not daring to move as she watched the life go out of his eyes. After a few seconds, LaCrosse collapsed to the floor.‘Lobotomy, an...one?’ Béla thought to herself, trying to keep her stomach down as it reacted to what she’d just done.She stood and watched, shivering, swallowing nervously, looking down at the captain’s twitching body as he died. After a moment, he stopped twitching. Béla walked over and pushed her cell door open. As she stepped out of the cell and over the dead. I described what I was seeing following it with a question. "Do any of these men look like someone from your group?" No." All right. Watch this." I set up a tripod stand to hold me steady and took aim and squeezed the trigger. The rifle didn't make much noise compared to others with which we had practiced. A moment later, one of the figures fell. The others looked around trying to figure out what had happened. I started to shoot as quickly as I could chamber another round, aim, and fire. Four. Every time the dog's howled, my shoulders hunched. I wanted to spur Rainbow into a gallop, but they could only run for so long at that speed before they needed rests. If we pushed them too hard, they could injure themselves or die.Then we'd be on foot and really vulnerable.But that applied to their pursuers. If they were pushing their horses hard, they'd be tired when the caught up to us. So we had to conserve our mounts' endurance. Then we could gallop fast, maybe escape for a time.But what to. Even Basil was caught in the back-lash, being confined to masturbation except if he’d sold the latest draft of in-calf heifers or bulls for prices well in excess of the sale average or arranged a baby sitter and took his wife into the city for dinner and an overnight stay at a posh hotel, he’d then get that after-the-event smile back on his face. Exactly eleven years after delivering her first born, Maggie was back in the maternity wing grunting and wailing all over again. Exhausted she watched.