I ran my fingers through his hair and his hands followed my body down to my waist. We kissed with renewed passion, his tongue dancing with mine. ... We fell to the floor gently and he held me, our forms surrounded by tall grass, our lips still connected, moving in harmony. I was on top of him my thighs escaping my skirt. He ran a had up my leg until he met my bum. His hand moved over my bum and up my back, lifting my top. I pulled it off, our kiss broken for just a moment. He undid my bra. "So." Gertrude looked at her pants. She only had two pairs of nice pants, black and brown. She thought about her brother. He had some square dance shirts he had outgrown. She walked into his room and sorted through Mark's hanging shirts. "Hey bro. Does this still fit?" She held up a beige shirt she had not seen him wear for a while."Nope. Keep meaning to put it in the giveaway box." Can I have it?" Does it fit you?"Gertrude tried it on. It was a little big. She went back, and pulled on her. If any of these rustlers had any infantry training, we could be in for a deep shit of trouble.Thank God, I've never seen anybody who could shoot better with a rifle than Sam. After this was over, I was going to ask for lessons! Sam was keeping more than his share of the rustlers pinned down with his quick and accurate fire. He reloaded at every opportunity, so he never ran out of ammunition in his magazine; I just hoped that he had brought enough bullets; if he hadn't, I was going to give him. I walked to the bed and still couldnt see anything, with what little light i had comming from the kitchen though it was enough to maneuver around objects nothing more. As i reached the back of the bathroom i started to hear a squeek and scratching noises coming from the other side of the bathroom window. I pulled back the aluminium foil covering and looked out. I couldnt see anything but the tree line at first but then i realized that the noise was coming from below me. Truely at first i wasnt.