" Jesus," I said. I was feeling a little bit sick. "I'll--If he does find out--I'll tell him it was my fault," Abby says. "I'll tell him how it was. I...tempted you into it, you couldn't--" Won't make any difference," I said. "Ramsey'll come after me. Probably kill me. I'll have to fight him." All the years I'd known him, I never saw anybody win a fight with Ramsey. Then I thought of something I should have thought of before, only I was too busy worrying about my own skin. "Jesus Christ," I. "I was even upset that she didn't stop to say good-by." No, I told her that I would return today. She had my cell phone number, but never called." What," George began, as the implications hit him, "what could have happened to her? My God, not again!" His face was as pale as a ghost."Can I come in?" Roger asked."Yes, surely," George answered."What room was she in? Perhaps there is a clue there!" She was in her old room. This way." They went up to Amber's room. It had obviously been cleaned. " That so?" I said, pulling off my boots. "And what was it you had in mind?" Rogering," she said clearly. "Boy I was going to wed ran off. I haven't been with a man for nearly a year." You sure?" I got the itch, bad," she said, and she sat up and grabbed me and kissed me. "You need a shave," she said, pulling away and touching her face."Tavern keeper, he was saying how he was lonesome," I told her."Ugh," she said with a giggle."I don't want to get you in trouble." Make love to me," she said,. I believe I must have blushed, as I smiled back when our eyes met, and then he spoke to me. “How are you doing this evening, Darling?” He asked. He called me darling, I couldn’t believe it. Did he think I was actually a woman? Was he being sarcastic? It suddenly dawned on me that even though there was only the light of the moon to see with, the red lipstick must have stood out in contrast to my somewhat pale face, and with my hair pinned up to mimic a more feminine style perhaps it was.