Unfortunately, he got into a shootout in a small Mexican town that saw several innocent civilians gunned down in the bloody street. He was not the sho...oter of any of them but the very fact he was there was enough to send a detachment of Rurales after him and he had to ride lickity split for the border to get back on American soil.Angelique was not aware of his problems and was basically more interested in pursuing a suitable husband to wed and give her a child of her very own. She was totally. I was going to ask her more about that.“I wondered how much you remembered” I asked as I tried to watch the road and her pussy at the same time.She smiled - a radiant smile then said “I have a confession ... I wasn’t as drunk as I made out to be ... and passing out wasn’t part of my plans.”“Why me?” I asked.“Revenge ... plain and simple” she replied adding “My low-life husband has been fucking his personal assistant for the last nine months.”Many thoughts were running through my head at that. She answered in a near whisper; “I did a double shift all week. I did my work and yours.”Dave shook his head. “DAMN! You didn’t have to do that. All you had to do was put out the fires. I want you to take comp time for what you did. What possessed you to think you had to do that?”Still looking contrite she said, “I didn’t think I had to, I did it because ... I really like you and wanted to make your life easier.”Dave went on guard a little. “I’m honored, I guess. I like you, too; that was why I. Jenny's mutation was somewhat unusual, and though not visible, was an excellent survival trait. However, she often regarded it more of a curse than a gift, because it wasn't an ability she could control, but it had enormous control over her.Jenny was a Scavver – a Wastelander who survived and made a living from scavenging anything she could find in the wastelands that might prove useful, or could be sold for a few caps. Her parents, and her grandparents had been Scavvers, and as far as she knew.