" She answered, mystified. "What of it?" Now look at our tracks, the ones we made when we headed out this morning. See how they are less well defined?... The same goes for the wagon's skid tracks in the yard between the barns and the house. In some places they have been completely been blown over by the light snow. Now look at that track from the road into the yard, the one that veers toward the house and then toward the cow barn. That track was made by a small ski mobile. Someone is in the barn.". Jess wanted to give methe fantasy of being in an affair with her as a married woman, so beit, but not this jealous husband wind-up. I had no idea what she wasreally doing but if she wanted to stay over with a friend, fine. Theknock on the door ten minutes later was the other option, that she'dgiven up the ruse and was standing outside waiting for me to let herin. Well, two could play games, so I left her standing there until shegot her own key out. Then she knocked again, except this time I had. " Sean smiled reaching behind him and pulling out a bottle of rum and some Coke and pouring himself some into a glass. It looked suspiciously like the quantities of coke and rum were about half and half."Oh pour me one too" Kevin asked eyeing up Sean's drink and finishing off his beer."Sure Kev" Sean said with an evil glint in his eye. This time he seemed to pour about a shot of coke into a glass of rum which Kevin being the unobservant idiot he is didn't notice. Until he took his first large. Her eyes were fixed on the priest and the small cushion that he carried in his right hand. The knife once again glistened even in the dim red lights. He held the whip in his other hand, upright and ready for action. The congregation fell silent, their activities curtailed as he silently encouraged them back to their seats. Rebecca hardly moved, registering very little of the new threat to her as she dangled painfully from the ropes, her feet trailing behind her. Her skin was pale, cold no.