Bud had showed a flair for workin’ with horses so I made him the wrangler for the drive. He drove the remuda while Gramps took the wagon. The chuck ...agon was a four wheel, springless wagon with a large ‘chuck box’ on the back. It had shelves and drawers for the cookin’ equipment. Coverin’ it was a hinged lid that swung down and with a couple of legs made a large worktable. Gramps had an oversized dishpan he called the ‘wreck’ pan that was always under the wagon during mealtimes. The poor fool. Herterror and confusion broken into screams and threats. When she noticedthe hall way and which bedroom he was carrying her into she lost allcomposure. Kicking and screaming, biting and spitting, Misty kept saying'NO!' even when all the air rushed out of her as she was tossedunceremoniously onto her parent's bed.Russell straddled her head, pinning both her hands with his knees. Heunzipped his shorts and force-fed his semi-hard cock into his son'sprotesting mouth. Her muffled cries dampened now. ”“You can’t,” Elva chuckled. “So, you send him to one who can.”“You want to send him away?”“Men!” Elva shook her head, imploring the gods in the sky – or at least, her ceiling. “And they wonder why we have to lead them along by the nose.” She turned her face to her husband, her voice taking on the tone of a teacher instructing a slow student. “Is there perhaps someone near who might know swordcraft?”“Well, there’s Sir Givens he...”“And what does Sir Givens do, pray tell?” Elva interrupted her. I kept tapping the floor with my bare foot, he kept staring at it. Finally, wondering what words would exit my mouth, I said to him, "No one can ever know about this. No one. Ever, Paul."He looked up hopefully."If your father ever found out, it would kill him. Just kill him, Paul." I understand," he said."I've never cheated on your father, not even once. Never." Looking past him, I thought: And I'm getting ready to do it with his son?Quickly drinking the last of my wine, I retrieved another.