The mountain man also gave her a spare “buffalo” gun that was used to take down the huge animals one at a time using only one bullet in the right ...pot right behind their hairy ears.Margaret knew the time of the buffalo had passed but the Indians refused to leave their timeless hunting grounds from the force of sheer habit. Their way of life was changing rapidly, and they blamed the invasion of white settlers for their worsening conditions.She considered the possibility of moving along on her. Hearing the gunfire they prepare to open fire.Being the lead chopper Greta is the first to come under fire from the armoured cars. Her chopper shudders under the impact of multiple hits, she yells a warning over the radio and the other helicopters of her line make dramatic turns to avoid the fire zone. They just manage to do so by skimming low over the hill to go behind the armoured cars. The rest of the flight have an easier time avoiding the trouble zone by turning aside before they reach. Time to get out.’ This is the first time I hear the person I assume is the driver, speak. I get up and suddenly there are strong hands on my arms pulling me from the floor of the van and setting me on the ground. ‘Come. Its okay.’ I hear a new voice. I stumble forward, trying to walk in gravel without falling is hard enough with flats on. How I was going to do so in high heels is beyond me. ‘Wait. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself. I’ll carry you.’ the gentle voice came again. I feel. "No, some other day," I laughed, "Today I'm going to fuck your tight choot again."When I was hard again we fucked again. "Uncle, I must go now," Rita said, "Didi must be wondering where I am." Doesn't Mita know that you are here?" I asked."Of course not," Rita replied."Do you think it is fair?" I said, "She confiding in you and you don't." You are right. I promise that I'll tell her but in my way," Rita pledged placing her hand on her heart."Okay, when will you come again?" I asked."Tomorrow at.