"Where you headed?" I asked, holding my long rifle loosely at my side, muzzle pointed down, no threat in sight. I managed a smile."None a'your damn'd ...business, y'filthy colonial. Step aside." He stuck his whip in his belt and drew and flourished his sword, turned his head and yelled, "Sar'nt Howser."The slaves stopped, bunching up behind the white woman. I glanced at her, and she glared at me, filled with anger, breasts nearly exposed by a torn bodice that hung down one arm. I noticed she was. The rabbit tried to run but I grabbed her ankle and tossed her back to the ground. The wolf guy punched me in the gut, but I didn't even feel it. I slammed him back, hitting him with two quick body blows. I heard the air whoosh out of him and he was done. He rolled away from me and scrambled to his feet, his breath coming raggadgly. He stumbled off toward the nearby tree line.The rabbit was kicking at the hand I had gripped around her ankle. Her tits were nice, medium sized and firm, her big. Three weeks of clothing should be sufficient.I tucked a few condoms in between some clothes in the event that I may catch a drink with a fine lady. “Dad, I’m flying in on Friday. I’ll be in at 1 p.m. and Sarah is picking me up. Are you sure you want to drive?” I texted my father. He always had a thing about driving that long hitch. Something about being alone, though he’d probably meet some hussie half way for a wild excursion. I wonder where I got it from. “No, I’m driving in. I’ll be stopping. Not for Emma, Alice orChristine. David dared not put these thoughts into words. Not after his recentgaffe with Anne. Not whilst acutely conscious of Laura watching,listening, closely. But they added another layer to his fears.A light buffet lunch was served; and then it was time for the finalleave taking. Mona embraced him, her lithe body fragrant against his. "Such a joyto have met you Sophie dear. My only sadness is at leaving.