They were now coming every week as after their first night there (the night I first met them) the woman was getting turned on by all the attention she... was getting (guys were walking around with hard ons) and after about an hour he would benefit from it as they went upstairs for a fuck. They hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask anyone to join them. During the evening we talked quite a lot and shared the sauna. I went for a drink and noticed that they had gone when I cam back. I looked upstairs. I began shooting when the Indians were about 200 yards away, and I kept shooting as fast as I could lever in another cartridge. The peep sight was no better than the V-notch under these circumstances, but I didn't worry about that at this time. My first shot did wound a horse, but it didn't fall—the range was too great. Nevertheless, I now had only four adversaries. Every little bit helped.I had downed the remainder of the horses and riders by the time I had fired six shots. They were coming. I told her nothing had changed and that I was just feeling really good today, which I was but I was getting hornier by the hour as well. I called Roger on my coffee break and when he answered, I felt a shock go straight to my pussy. I asked if tomorrow was still on, and if so what time I should get there at? Roger said that if I wanted to come about 10 am that it would give us time to look over what we had done last night, and so we could finish the pictures for Jerry. I said that I couldn't. I hardly had to press when I found myself with two pieces of oak, cut across the grain. I really had something here. I somehow felt that I had arrived at the core of the art. I had opened up a new line of thought. Intent could be impressed upon things to modify or improve their behaviors. I was certain that intent could be impressed up on people as well. That was the one that got the villagers coming for you with pitchforks and torches. I immediately resolved to refrain from such practices.I.