Instead, she pretended to be in fear of her life and she submitted with loud protests that sounded false to her to her usually truthful words and she ...hoped the man was buying her act and would continue to insult her because it was so deliciously different than her usual treatment by the members of her court and all faithful citizens of her domain that recognized her position as the supreme ruler and spiritual guide for one and all of her many subjects.The man was finished with her now and she. A way that just felt… natural. Proper. Relaxed, somehow. ‘I don’t know,’ is all I said. She looked down at the floor. Then murmured ‘I’m confused.’ I got up and moved away from the fire. I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. And I apologized – felt the words come out rather than had them form in my head first. ‘I’m sorry. I.. don’t know what to do.’ I tried to sound gruff but it came out as what I think sounded scared. She was quiet. But within a moment she was there. Standing next to me.. “In the meantime, I suggest that you keep clear of the body if you are sure he’s dead.”“Oh, he’s for sure dead,” I told her. “He looks as though he coughed his lungs out. Bright red blood with chunks. There’s a couple of spray patterns. I’m taking pictures with my phone and will send them to you. We’ll keep the others away, too.”Chastity gagged, and I squeezed her tight. I was feeling queasy myself. “Look away and take deep breaths, Honey.”I returned to Lieutenant Peters and asked, “What do. He turned his gaze upon angry Harry Howard. The man ran a small farm that made just enough to house, feed, and cloth his family with enough left over to put the kids through college. He was the kind of man who the Sheriff typically liked -- hard working, law abiding, and a regular churchgoer. The fact that a man like that was so angry bothered the Sheriff far more than he could put into words.Removing his sunglasses, the Sheriff answered, "Well Harry, it's like this -- I occasionally like to.