What's a horse for?" She struggled against her bonds, a look of terror crossing her face."You want your cherry busted the same way we had ours busted,... right?" Yes," Cissy said, her eyes still wide with fear. "But why is he here?" She was beginning to shake."Sheik is our cherry-buster," Patsy explained. "We used to have another horse. His name was Cloud. God, he was the one who split me open. Sheik here ripped Margie and Trudy's cherries."Struggling against the ropes that held her, Cissy twisted. And it wasn’t anything to do with the ranch. As far as I could see, everything there was running smooth as glass. I asked Agnes about it. She said that she had also noticed some changes, but Pete was as closed mouth with her as with me. Sometimes you have to let a friend work things out on their own. Be available and listen if they open up. But don’t pry, smile and pour them another cup of coffee.My next stop was in Boise. I needed to do some government business about the mountain. Taxes, and. They were on the road soon after lunch. While Micky wondered why they were going to the Crossroads, she didn’t ask.Her parents’ carriage that Kerr now claimed as his, met up with the wagons that were travelling with them, at a coach house near Amethyst Dale five days later. The wagon was spelled to make it easier for the lankys to pull, so they had made good time.Surprisingly faithful to his word, Kerr hadn’t bedded her while they travelled. Even though Micky felt that he would like to change. Who invented these things anyway? ,he thought as he climbed out of bed. Showered and dressed, he went downstairs to get some breakfast. Hi Jess, his brother and sister said to him, almost in unison. Hi, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mothers room and said good morning to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he wasnt sure. He had become so distant,.