I waited for a moment, but there was no response.I got a little louder, “Zach?” Still there was no response. I placed my head on his chest and lis...ened to his heart beat. It had perfect rhythm, with a hint of strength. There was no greater sound in the world, than listening to my brother’s heart beat. The sound of life in the greatest guy I know. My own heart began to flutter and tingle as I kissed his t-shirt covered chest.I ran my hand up his shirt and touched his hard abs. As I played with. "Have you come to convey me to the spirit lands?" he quavered. Perhaps my response was ill considered, but how was I to know that his beliefs were that he would be taken to the after life by a spirit and a spirit wild dog? I answered with my own gestures "Are you eager to reach the after life then?"He fainted, perhaps explained by his lack of food for the past week, and of water for the past three days, as he later explained. I took the occasion to remove the stone, which was not difficult from. I decided that I could drive one of their pickup trucks back to Vegas, but I wasn't happy about abandoning the horses here. The poor beasts would just drink from Hali Lake and die slowly and madly until they became food for the cougars. Besides it wasn't their fault that their owners were stupid and insanely crazy religious zealots. I picked the nominally better truck with the least mileage on it, but they were otherwise virtually identical. I drove the other one down another steep hill well. The only saving grace was that while molesting him the man was also rubbing and squeezing the taught ass of the unconscious Jessy.At this juncture, James could only take solace in his hope that this older man was gentle because he had the strength of 10 men and his arm didn’t even budge an inch no matter how hard James struggled. He was starting to wish he’d passed out along with Jessy. At least she wouldn’t be having nightmares about this in the near future.Even more aggravating than this was.