.. then the Crow and Pawnee allied with the soldiers ... and they gave presents; guns and all the ammunition the indian scouts could use.The constant ...arfare wore us down. Frosty mornings hurt my bones and the constant winter glare bothered my eyes. My wives were sick one winter and never woke up. My children were captured or killed in the continual wars.I got old. When did that happen? The war path lost it’s charm and excitement. When I had killed that southern officer ... in a fair fight .... Her breasts were everything I had imagined. She wore a plain white bra, but I didn’t care. I was electrified with the view I was getting.Next she unbuckled her belt and let her jeans slide down her long shapely legs. I hadn’t realized Emily had such beautiful legs. I held my breath. Would she continue removing pieces of clothing or would she put on some house clothes and head off to do home work. I waited and got my answer shortly.Emily reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. It fell to. I could see how fragile she was and I put my arm around her shoulder again as we walked to try to let her know that my anger wasn't with her. She seemed to understand and we started walking towards her trailer with my arm across her back and my hand around her opposite arm, giving her some support. As we got closer to her trailer, she seemed to hang back, only moving forward because of my momentum and prompting.As we came to the door of the trailer, she turned to me and said "Thank you,. It was at the exact moment that I knew that protestingwould not work; I looked like most other girls my age and no matter what Ihad thought before, how pitifully bad I thought I was, it looked like momwas right about my being able to do it. At the very least, I looked like agirl! I had, sitting in my lap, the opportunity to become the girl that Ialways wanted to be, yet I was scared to death at the very thought of it.I looked back at mom who merely smiled."See, I was right honey. If you.