Remember to think feminine at all times. You've been doing wonderfully. Keep it up. Remember to smile at all times. ALL times. I don't want to see any... sour expressions. We are four young ladies on a holiday to attend the engagement party of an old friend, Anne, whom we know from Miss Peterson's Finishing School. As women, we do not rise when another woman comes into the room. And remember, to us these are the dark ages and their 'modern' technology will appear ancient to us, but we must not. She was conscious when I got there.She said, "I loved being with you. I hope you find Spring."I kissed the top of her head and said, "I love you." I know."She died in my arms.Becky fired four quick rounds at men that approached my position. The men scrambled for cover. I saw a man near the rear directing men. I fired the Sharps and watched as he fell. The other men ducked for cover. I brought Erin's body back. Becky said, "They hit us before we could get to the horses. Erin stayed back to cover. “That’s good honey. Maybe a bit of pain might be ok if I can say stop” she said. She looked intently at the screen and gave a little groan. I could see she was getting into it.I arranged to meet her at work on Wednesday, having a snack and then meet Madam Lash. I said we could have a proper dinner afterwards, although I didn’t know how long the session would take. We hadn’t discussed price. I was so intent on seeing how she would react. We got to the address and it seemed to be a warehouse. I. I was elated, I had now the means to approach the ranch, become indispensable to my mother in the management of the ranch, and become indispensable to her in other ways.Next day with my accounting books, the same I use to manage my investments, I headed for the well-known road to my grandparents' ranch. Now all my years of keeping account and study to control my investments would bear fruit; not money, of that I have enough, now they would serve to get me my mother, or so I hoped.The road to.