“That why you wanted me to come?” he asked. “I mean, it’s spectacular as all hell, and I guess it was worth the trip just to see it, but you k...now I can’t do grants just for that kind of thing.”“Just wait.” She held out both hands palm outwards. “I said that was just a little bitty part of what I’ve got to show you. But be patient, I want you to get the full picture all at once. We’ll finish up and go down there in a while, but meantime let’s give them a little time to celebrate and give us a. The women of the 1800’s knew little of dressing for comfort, but their clothing did much to accentuate the figure. Katie’s breasts spilled from the top of her corset in a brazen manner that made her self-conscious. She tried to hide the comical cleavage with a lace shaw, but the evening heat made that impossible. Her skin had a glow to it that he hadn’t noticed before and her laugh seemed throatier and more full. Jackson took personal pride in the obvious contentment of his beautiful bride.. . but I lost it just after I started to work for HIM." We looked at each other in shock."You mean he took away your books?" I asked her and was relieved when she shook her head."No, he ordered me never to go back to my library again; he seemed scared that I had one." She said.I nodded, "He would be, you were a threat to his power. He must have cast a control spell on you as soon as you entered his office, from that time onwards you were his puppet, you have had no control over anything since. She really wasn’t like they claimed, they just rejected her because she preferred to learn the old ways of her people. Their belief was she should give up her Apache heritage as they had, and ‘live in the real world’ following the ways of the ‘Lord’ (as they defined them).During those early years she and her grandfather had been very close. Being the apple of his eye he’d taught her all the ways and knowledge of the Apache, not just those normally taught to a woman. At thirteen she’d.