..” She placed her hand on her hip and put a very condescending tone to her voice. “They’re not here and we don’t have to go by their rules ..... anyway, I made plans and have a date. I can’t break it.”Ken headed her off at the front door. “You are sadly mistaken, young lady.”Just then a car horn blared from out front.“That’s my date, get out of my way.”Ken put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her. “You stay right here. Don’t you move an inch!”Ken turned and was out the door. In the driveway. The access to the hunting area was marked by a fairly wide gravel shoulder along which several cars were parked. But there was still room, and I slid my rental into one of the vacant spots. From there I hiked up a dirt path about thirty feet—enough to be out of sight from the road—and then branched off far enough that I couldn't be seen by passing hunters walking to and fro, either. Then I started looking around for a tree with a low-hanging branch creating a crevice into which I could wedge. A moment or two later, there was a scream from another woman, and then a gunshot. I took my hat off and stuck my head up over that ridge just far enough to see what was was going on. A dead Anglo man was lying in the dust near the door of the stage, and there were two naked women being held by the bandits. Well, they were still wearing their stockings and boots, plus their bonnets, but their dresses had been cut and ripped off. It was obvious that rape was next on the agenda.One of the women. They knew what the other was thinking. To the embarrassment of the young man, they started to giggle like teenage girls. Gathering themselves, they allowed their drinks to be served. As the young man bent over to hand Ann her drink she said softly "We will make sure you get a nice tip and are taken care of." As he walked off they both were trying to imagine what he looked like naked. They exchanged glances and began to laugh. " We should have a contest for women with male contestants." quipped.