I was filled with dread when I saw the blood all over Frank’s face and the front of his shirt. It looked like he’d been shot in the head.I kneeled...down and asked, “How’s he doing, Cheyenne?”To my total surprise, Frank spit out a mouthful of blood and said, “Well he ain’t plannin’ to die any time soon!” His speech was thick and slurred, but understandable as he continued, “Some low-life SOB shot me in the face.”We heard the sirens in the distance. A couple of minutes later, an ambulance topped. Becky waited a second then, welcomingly opened her mouth without a word. “Good girl,” Scott said. “After that, I want to poop all over you… and then we’ll see where it takes us, ok?” Becky nodded, with her mouth still opened and Scott stood over her and lowered his dick into her mouth. He let out a good bit of piss fill her mouth, which she quickly swallowed and then opened again. Scott looked up and down her body, savoring the moment. Her legs were spread far apart, waiting for him to thrust. He squeezed her luscious bottom and she squirmed against him. ‘Am I hearing a complaint?’ ‘God, no!’ Abby said. She kissed him again. ‘I never want you to stop wanting me!’ ‘I never will,’ Greg told her. He gave her bottom another squeeze. ‘I know this is fun, but what say we take a break and have some breakfast?’ ‘That sounds like a good idea,’ Abby replied. ‘I’m starved.’ Greg put on his bathrobe and Abby put his shirt back on and they headed for the kitchen. Greg cooked some scrambled eggs. If anyone, except myself, needs to do anything away from the camp you must have either Big Fawn, Happy Fawn, or me with you. At all times you’ll wear your guns and be ready to use them when attacked; note well, I said when, not if. The lodge, the wagons, plus an area of five paces around them is the camp limits. I want two of you in the camp at all times, and one must be either Big Fawn or Happy Fawn.” The ladies look at each other and at Will. He adds, “Yesterday we had to deal with two groups.