The one on the right side of "slut" had long blonde hair with a budding figure, and her face had similar qualities to the head of the group. Younger s...ister?Maybe.The last had dark hair with a red tint to it, a small very petite figure, not even 'B' cup chest, wore glasses and had a nerdy vibe to her. They continued to walk around the lobby giggling and smiling, without any real direction.My overactive imagination raged with my sensible mind as I couldn’t get the images out of my head.My cock. “Those ruts are a lot wider than normal.”“Yeah...” he said, not making the connection.“Draxnians use wider wheels on their wagons. The place is dry, with lots of spots that are sand. The wider wheels help keep them from bogging down as bad.”He and Raven both turned at the same time, recognizing the sound of a horse moving at a fast pace.“C’mon,” Raven said in a low voice, and tugged him farther away from the road. She ducked down into the tall grass, facing the road, and Mindblind joined. Miners hunting for precious metals like gold or silver often buy an artificed prospector's fork, with a bit of charmed metal at the tip matching what the seeker is looking for. Bel in particular could follow a criminal or a missing child from just a trace of torn dress or bit of shirt. In this case I had plenty of silver dollars from the same mint roll, stamped in rapid succession from the very same batch of molten ore moments apart. Even better, all had been in my possession for some time,. "You could have called," she said."Incommunicado," I said."Really?" she was all ears and, by her actions, I guessed ... all mouth, too."Yes," I said. "The Federal Bureau of Investigation had circulated a Person of Interest bulletin for me. Held us for most of the past week." Really?" She was taking notes I could her pencil scratching on a pad on her desk."It was a mistake, they thought I was from Holland," I said."Valmaat? Two A's?" She looked shocked, "You're not?" Nope," I said, "Finland.".