My son, the remaning defenseman, covered the girl on the far side. He cut the angle to block a shot on goal, but couldn't prevent a pass to his sister...cutting across the center of the field. The goalie came out to hurry her shot. He dove, catching the ball at the far post, sprawling on his face.The shooting forward picked up a yellow card for kicking the ball from his hands, long after the whistle. It wasn't fair. She was pissed: there never should be a rule against kicking your brother, even. The two biggest piles were destined for the pack mules. Those piles included most of the camp site gear. The three smaller piles were items we would wear, carry on our person, or pack into our saddle bags. I had each of us carrying enough gear to survive in an emergency if we lost the pack animals.I spent part of the afternoon training my new 'command' on how to travel and react while in enemy territory. I showed them hand signals and maneuvering techniques I had learned when JC and I served. Alliescreamed as the bullet tore into her right knee, destroyingbone and muscle in its savage flight."Don't try anything like that again," Mason ordered coldly."Or I'll put the next round in your other ankle. As to whatwe're going to do, you are going to be the star of a littlemurder/suicide drama I've scripted out. You and this littlebitch have been found guilty of aiding and abetting convictedcriminals, namely my adulterous wife and her bastard lovers.You are both sentenced to death." You are. ” He nipped at her ear, hot breath tickling at her neck. “So enjoy it while it lasts.” Then he was up, leaving her alone in the darkened tent. His voice loud and in high spirits by the fire as his men demeaned her. Mocking her moans, and voice, as the sounds of the other women could be heard throughout the night. But now it was worse because she could recognize them by their gasps and cries. Kitten knew when they reached a forest this was her time to escape. With the dense trees surrounding.