The old warrior looked tired and beaten when he whispered, "The payment is ready, please do not kill our young men." Fighting Hawk slowly lowered his ...and and the warriors lowered their bows. Fighting Hawk made a motion and the Cheyenne rose from the council fire, "We have wasted enough time on this, bring the payment and let us be done with it." They left the old warrior sitting at the council fire. Once away from the others Fighting Hawk stood by the tree again and hoped that he would not. She misunderstood my reply and thought of me as a gay.My mom was worried and she didn’t ask me anything after that. She googled and found about lesbians and gay sexual activities. She came across an article about corrective sex. A close relative has forced sex with gay or lesbian to make them normal.She googled more and ended with some answers about mom son sex and i****t stories. She thought these may be real facts and decided to do something for me. I did not know anything about it.One night. " I'm Jane Upton, an', yes, I can shoot the shotgun, but I would rather use the Henry, ifen ya don't mind."That was good news to me, so I handed her the Henry, and the first thing she did was to make sure that the magazine was fully loaded. It was a relief to know that the woman knew what to do under these trying circumstances. She levered a cartridge into the chamber and lay in a very professional-looking prone position, just waiting for the Indians to get into a favorable killing. Having Lara awake somehow made me feel better. I guess I felt like we could survive this.Lara got up and began to walk around and stretch a bit. "Is there anything to eat?" she asked."I haven't tried the second button down next to the alcove," I said, "that may produce food."A moment later Lara held a purple fruit looking hand sized shape. "Is it safe?" she asked.I shrugged. "How should I know?"She bit into it. "Oh, mmf! This is...Oh my! This is so wonderful! You've got to try it." She punched.