With the help of old Jenny he hauled that shack, board by board, back to his ledge in the canyon. Making an Indian travois, the mule could drag more t...an she could carry. Patrick felt right proud about thinking up that one. Still, it took almost two weeks to cart the lumber over a little at a time. The mule couldn't climb the steep trail weaving back and forth across the cliff face and up to the spring, so he carried those boards up two and three at a time, all by himself.All the same, he built. One Saturday, I went into town looking for a ribbon for a girl who had attracted my attention. I had no inkling of what was about to happen, but I was wearing my pistol as a matter of course—no self-respecting Apache warrior ever went anywhere out of the camp without some sort of arms. I went into a general store in Perkins Bluff and began looking at the ribbons. I had just settled on a red one and had picked it up to take to the counter to pay for it when a mocking voice said, "Hey, Injun, ya. In other words, buy a small acreage of land, with a house, and grow or make everything yourself. A bit like going back to the stone age really. Even longer ago than 'Once upon a time... ', 3rd June 1953 to be precise, my father's dream of living in a thatched cottage on a couple of acres of ground from which he could produce all the family's needs came to fruition. The events that followed should have put anyone off this life style for, well ... life. Seeds didn't germinate, and when they did a. I do. I remember feeling like I was watching from above, not really in control of what I'm doing. I remember asking him questions about liking what I was doing and feeling like I was talking like a porn star. At one point he has me in doggie style where I'm having to hold onto his foot board for support as he fucks me hard from behind and is forcefully spanking me. This was my favorite part of the night. So at some point in the night I go into his closet and put his jeans on. Nothing else. I go.