First thing I noticed was the date.August 4th, 1877.Yet more evidence that I had somehow stepped back into time. That warrant had been for a later dat..., so this paper was old. Hell, the weather told me that.The top story was about a murder committed by a Bill Jacobson. The local town Sheriff, Tom Haydon, was applying for a warrant for the arrest of Mr. Jacobson. I wondered if that was the sheriff, who I had found dead in the cave.I also read the rest of the paper. It was very informative as to. The third woman had been quite a bit older than Bernard. She recognized his submissiveness and cultivated it. Bernard didn't go into much detail, but she introduced him to levels of kink he hadn't experienced. She demanded his strict obedience which he eagerly gave her. After about three months, though, she pushed him beyond his limits. Nicely, but irrevocably. She didn't let him find her fucking one of the two other men she had been fucking throughout their relationship. She just told him she. Primitive sounding. It was a sound that was almost scary to me, and I almost hate to hear it, but FUCK! I love _making_ that fucking sound. And as I roared against it, a hand gently raised my bucking hips higher into the air and the pillow was pulled away from my head, folded tightly and shoved under my ass as my hips were pushed back further so that my knees took position where the pillow had been. And all I could do with my ass and cunt elevated and exposed as they were was keep trying to. I could now see the three or four grooves in the hills quite clearly. I turned my attention to the turf. There was a small piece of paper. When I picked it up I could see a bit of a Chinese character. Probably part of that wrapper. I crossed to the other verge and walked back."Anything?" Another piece of paper. Nothing else. Pull ahead to the bend. I'll walk behind and see whether you stir up anything." Rob cleverly slid over on the seat, not making more tracks. He pulled ahead to where I had.