"Here's to a long partnership," he said.I nearly choked on my wine when I saw Tamara walk through the door. She was wearing a white halter mini dress....She looked hot! Michelle was right beside her in a black ensemble that was almost, but not quite, as revealing. I nudged Michael. He looked toward the door and said, "Damn!" Tamara is the one in white and Michelle is in black," I stammered.Tamara looked toward the bar and saw me. She started to the bar with Michelle in tow. Moses couldn't have. She knelt on the bed, legs folded under her, and once again wrapped her arms around him. She sung wordlessly as they rocked back and forth, holding him as he cried. Slowly the pain fled, leaving him empty. He felt betrayed, by a world that claimed to cherish freedom, by his family and by his beliefs. All had turned their backs on him. She stroked his hair, reminding him that one person could still care for a stranger. He looked up and once again tears clouded his vision. This time however they. ‘Might have been Indians, but I don’t think so. Most probably Comancheros.’ Zach had developed a habit of talking to his horse on his long journey. The term Comancheros was used for bands of Indian and Mexican traders in the plains part of the country and in Texas. Zach knew from firsthand knowledge that now the Comancheros were bands of renegade whites, Mexican bandits, and even some Indians. He’d had a run in with a band in New Mexico on his trip west from Missouri. Zach had managed to escape. I thought about transitioning or going on this journey throughout my lateteenage years and throughout college, although I never did anything aboutit until I was 25 years old. When I said a few paragraphs back that Ihave no regrets, I lied. I regret not accepting my feelings until I was25. I think of the 7 to 10 years I could have had as Kristy that werelost. Maybe I'm still making up for lost time.It was late 2002. The internet had been born. There were others like mewho had the same.