You ain’t gonna kill us are you, Marshal?”“It’s up to all of you if you live or not. If one man makes a move, I’ll kill every last one of yo... and take your scalps before you die.”“Just don’t kill us, Marshal. We’ll not make any trouble for you.” Another young cavalryman spoke.“Get up on your feet and take them boots off. Then I want you to take them blue britches off too.”“Marshal?” The corporal spoke.“Boy! You want the others to see you lose your scalp, then die?”“No Sir. You men get them. “Can it really be you? Here of all places? Clarissa?!”That caught my ear, and I looked up. She knew my name. Her skin was light brown and her face had vaguely Asian eye folds and full, pouting lips. So many of my types, all in one. And she was talking to me! “Yes, that’s my name. But...how do I know you?”Without the slightest hint of an invitation from me, she sat down in the chair next to mine. “Oh, it was quite some time ago. I had no idea I’d ever see you again! We went to Evansward. Well,. Your sister never wears this stuff. What a shame." Do you think she'll mind, Mom? I don't want to make her angry." Oh I don't think so, dear... why should she? She lives in jeans and sweatshirts. That's her choice."Discovering that Jane's shoes fit him, Mom handed Terry a pair of low-heeled pumps to wear around the house, and he was fully dressed."I want you to stay that way for a while to experience the look and feel of being a girl. If you're comfortable, you'll go with me to the Fair as my. Angela and I danced a couple of times and she was getting noticed by nearly every man on the floor. There was a particularly good looking 30ish, dark and athletic man that inched increasingly closer to Angela. Usually, Angela would circle around me to get away from these types of advances. This time, however, Angela welcomed the attention. I was shocked, stunned, but pleasantly surprised and excited all at the same time. I left the floor and sat at the table where I had the perfect vantage spot.