"It's all legal Besides look at the people that indenture themselves. What of that trade, eh?" Can't say I like that either but down where I come from...half the folks are or were indentured or redemptioners." Where's that?" she asked, but before I could even say "Maryland" a group of horsemen appeared before us, blocking the roadway, a scruffy, well-armed bunch on dirty horses. They wore red cockades, squashed-down tri-corned hats and mean looks, and they carried Royal-issue muskets. Jersey. By the time she’d dragged her bottom out of bed, she was beating down her door. ‘Open up missy! I know you’re in there!!’ Susan demanded and Lyla groaned, shuffling to open up the door. ‘What are you doing?’ Susan waltzed in, shaking her head at Lyla’s fuzzy slippers and oversized night shirt. ‘Come on, get showered and dressed. This is an intervention.’ ‘Excuse me?’ Lyla quirked a brow, shutting the door against the cool morning. ‘An intervention. I’m tired of seeing you all mopy and depressed. She was alive, but unconscious. No use to me. I checked her pistol and confirmed the safety was off, then convinced myself that I had to stop them from getting in the building. As long as I kept them focused on me, they wouldn't be shooting at Colleen and Rebecca.This was all my fault.I caused this.Now I had to man up and take the consequences. If any of us was going down, it was going to be me, and not them.Suddenly I got the chance to man up.While I was looking back at the doorway through. We did have a refrigerator in our room but the stove, sink, washer and dryer were in the kitchen. We also had our own bathroom but that was all we had. . The beds were in the main room a fall Bed for the wife and I and bunk beds for the k**s. My wife has a pair of breast, her bra size is 50dd. Yes she's a little over weight.I was working second shift, 3:30 p.m. till 12:00 a.m. I would get home about 12:20 a.m. After I went to work the wife sat in the room with the k**s until it was time to make.