It was not forSally was shameful of being transgender. Sally was actually proud of howstrong she was in being able to live her life how she should had... as atransgender woman. She would not tell people until they needed to know.Sally wanted people to judge her for who she was at the time, not herpast. As her circle of friends grew she found out that she she needed totell people sooner. Talking about her experiences as Saul made her realizeher past did make her who she was and she needed to tell. He sat looking at the dead men, trembling and then he spurred his horse right at me."Shit," I said, and shot his horse in the chest as I ducked aside. The poor animal tumbled and rolled over the man. A thousand pounds of horse seldom does you any good. He was not dead when we got to him, but he was in bad shape, probably with internal injuries as well as a broken leg and fractured wrist."Why'n't you jus' shoot him," George asked, loading his rifle. "He ain't gonna make it."I went back to strip. "Mrs. Carbonet, please brace yourself. What I found out isn't pretty and I don't think that you even suspect what is going on. If you don't wish to see what I have found, I'll destroy everything and no one will know such a report ever existed." It sounds juicy. Let's see it," she laughed.Don pushed the pictures he had made from the video and a copy of his report in front of her. She looked at the pictures first and then read the report. Don put the transcript of the audio in front of her and. He smirked, but without a word, reached over, grabbed the nearest plate and inched it closer, before breaking off a morsel of meat from the thick slice she’d prepared from him, and feeding it to her. She watched his face closely, still pink, her expression apprehensive, but she accepted the bite anyway and chewed carefully. He studied her as she swallowed, admiring the scattered freckles across her nose, the strands of flame-red hair that fell across her forehead, the muscles moving in her neck.