That particular day, he remembered, he’d suffered at the hands of his older brother, who accused him of stealing from the brother’s small cache of... coins. The small man was guilty of the charge but of course refused to acknowledge his actions. His brother had struck him repeatedly about his head and shoulders and only by the merest of chances had the small man avoided having his nose broken.He remembered how despite his brother’s blows he’d seen his father strike his mother with the back of his. I had a good ear and within a month I could scratch out a few tunes. In six months I could sit with the old time fiddlers and keep up on Sally Goodin'. I reckon that fiddle is still my most prized possession.I had various and sundry duties during actual battle, everything from dispatch rider to sharpshooter to bodyguard for staff officers. As a sharpshooter, I had a sweet handling British made Enfield rifle and keen vision so I could challenge a union soldier out to almost half a mile. I also. I looked over to the dog and he was still licking his cock. You still need to do that for him, Tom said. You sick fuck, are you really serious? I asked. Hell yes, he replied. I have allways wanted to watch you with my dogs. To see your young tight naked body in the floor, with my dogs is making my cock rock hard now. You are fucked up, I said as I walked into the bathroomAs the hot water covered my body, I just kept thinking about what Tom said he wanted. I could feel my pussy getting wetter. As a result, the Indians could win individual battles where they outnumbered the Army, but they could never hope to win the war. In fact, in the cases that counted, the Indians were not fighting a war, they were just having fun!This was the spirit in which the Indians attacked the fort the next morning. There was a lot of yelling and shooting just to make noise and attract attention beyond the effective range of the weapons of either side. With orders to remain calm and not to waste ammunition,.