Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. ...It seems a dreamof a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that has happenedin the past weeks, I am not surprised. Chapter 1: The Marriage It started a few weeks ago ? at least it was a few weeks for me. History itselfhas stretched itself thin in that time so that I must commence my tale hundredsof years ago. I had just turned 17. My. It was dark so I wasn't sure. He showed me where to find towels, he brought me a new toothbrush and a big t-shirt, "This is all I have, sorry," he said approaching the window to close the curtains. "No please, don't close them. I like to wake up with the light of the day. Thank you for letting me stay. You shouldn't have bothered. I'll leave as soon as I get up in the morning and I'll take the sheets with me to wash them," I said quickly, feeling nervous, excited, and tired, or tipsy. And he. Friday was otherwise uneventful until sundown, when we took the three ninos and the two Sharks outside, attached them to poles and rolled an old tire in front of each of them. They were gagged and wore head bags with eyeholes cut in them, but otherwise were naked except for the shock devices.We had no cleric so Gun Boy got a last talk from two of the soldiers. After taping his foul mouth they told him what was going to happen. Then, because he knew when he was going to die, they told him that. And I soon learned I couldn’t have her. The people we were would keep us forever apart. Such things have happened before. I sighed internally, shrugged my shoulders and continued to visit where our lives intersected. But this wasn’t like before. Other times, my feelings would fade eventually. On accepting the inevitable the object of my desire and I would drift away. Now, I couldn’t stop my feelings. Every time I saw her they rose in me. Being so aware of her and knowing she wasn’t to be mine.