But if she caught on to anything, she didn’t show it. Maybe she doesn’t even know the smell of it... “What a wonderful event this is!” she gus...hed so elegantly.“So far so good!” I quipped, glancing toward my moms. “And I’m sure more than a few people are here because of you letting us put the posters up in your studio.”She smiled, her eyes glinting. “I have seen a number of my students here, yes!”“That’s awesome. But, um ... I’m sorry I can’t talk too long, though. I really have to ask my moms. On one knee I shot the man squarely where his belts crossed, and he twisted back and fell on his face, spouting crimson, arms flung wide."That will do!" said a commanding, but very female, voice, and I spun to see the woman and the British officers on the back porch. "What's going on?" she demanded. arms folded across her chest."'E was gonna do me," the Welsh girl cried, looking down at the dead man at her feet. "Fook me." Was that you that screamed?" her mistress demanded.She nodded. The funny thing was while I wasn?t exactly comfortable talking about it, Grandpa and Eve were the kind of people who you could be honest with. Mom and Dad would go completely bonkers if they even suspected. I?m sure there?s got to be something in the Bible against it, even if it was never covered in the Bible Studies I took. As far as I can tell Dad figures anything connected with sex is gonna send you to hell. I guess it doesn?t really matter if I go to hell for loving Mary Ann or wearing. That many cattle on the move leave quite a conspicuous trail, so there was no problem following them cross country. Indications were that the cattle had been rustled only about 8 days before Jake and Sam got home, so there was some reasonable hope of finding them before they disappeared completely. It looked like the herd was being driven toward Mexico. The Southern market for beef had pretty well disappeared with the end of the war, since nobody had the Yankee currency to use for buying meat..