When we left them last fall, they had just less than a dozen horses they had tamed for use. Their place was with the people. xxx When the three of us went to meet with the village, Bo was always with me, but I found that Ram, Gen, and her pups would occasionally also accompany us. The summer seemed to pass quickly. All were a reaction to the penetration, the depth, and the incredible, animalistic union of their organs. Bo was everything he had ever been for me. Wachiwi and Ehawee had sensed the same conflict and had disappeared back to the village. She was in bliss, beyond bliss, and into ecstasy. Was there an expectation that Wachiwi was spending her time with us from now on or just more time than she was planning?




















