He had helped his father paint it. Listening to the two kids talk, he was sure that he and sister would be walking away with a pittance.He wasn’t an...evil or greedy man, although he did want to get a good price for the house. He had always expected that a young couple, short on cash would purchase it and fix it up. They’d probably fix the interior with simple things like replacing the carpet and painting the walls. Later they’d remodel the kitchen to where it was modern. Only after that, they’d. Bindi shook in his seat as the baton released a charge into his system. The pain was blinding and intense.“Are the crates on the transporter?” the man growled out. Bindi nodded, yes, still shaking.“Are they still sealed?”Again, Bindi nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said when realised the navigator wanted a verbal reply.“Are you lying?” the man said.Bindi looked back into his eyes, “No, sir, the crates are sealed.”“Is the rest of the crew hiding from me?”Again, Bindi nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said.“Why are. A little party I arranged only aggravated the jealousies, much to my regret.I managed to notify each of the men that I wanted to see them for a private conference at the ranch on a certain date. To that date, I'd never "entertained" men at the ranch, other than Dell the foreman anyway. They were told it was to be supper and then the conference. I also said, in a rather sultry voice, that they should bring a clean change of clothes along. Hah! I think they got that message loud and clear.None. That was the hand a wolf took when he was six, and then it was replaced. It has been years, and although the psychological trauma has remained, the physical trauma has long healed.At the time he had been thrown into the woods, the goal was to survive three days, depending on whatever method he found. His mother even said that even if he found a hole and hid there for three days, he would be able to pass if he survived for three days without needing her to save him.Unfortunately, he only.