The mention of food, however, did pull Mary's attention away from her matrimonial misfortunes. She hadn't eaten a thing since leaving Baker's Field ye...sterday morning. Whether or not she could keep food in her stomach once it got there remained to be seen. She pushed herself to her feet and looked around the wash bottom."I don't see any wood, Mr. Burgstone," she stated flatly."Climb the wash, fer Christ's sake. There's plenty a bits of wood layin' under that mesquite brush. Hell, don't ya know. Oh well, not like it isn’t something she’s never felt- A spark of pain in a far different area brought me out of my thoughts. She’d bit me… she’d bit me right on my fucking neck, the Bitch. ‘You Bitch! That’s gonna leave a fucking mark!’ She sniggered and twisted on my nipple, which had by now become totally numb from the excruciatingly wretched treatment it was receiving. Lefty would never be the same again, I was sure he would be permanently wrenched out of place for the rest of his natural. I need to let the university know what’s going on.”“Wrong answer your highness. Right now, you need to help me and the rest of us, taking care of the gear and animals.”Without waiting for an answer, I called the rest group. “Let’s get your gear off Jughead and stacked on the porch.” I pointed to one of the group, he had been limping, and I was concerned about possible frostbite. “You, what’s your name, partner.”“I’m Kyle, sir. Kyle Edwards.”“Kyle, I need you to get the tarps out of that box. - Yeah I do, I said and went on to explain the way.As I did, I could see that she didn't understand at all, but I didn't say anything, hoping that she would just try to find it herself.- I hope it's not to much of you to ask, but would it be possible for you too show me on some sort of map? I bet you have computer in your house...I hesitated for a moment...she was a stranger, but why not, she seemed nice enough.- Yeah, come on in!As we went inside she thanked me over and over for helping her. I.