The four girls stood around the car with their hands on their heads waiting.

"OVER HERE ! ALL FOUR OF YOU COME HERE !"; Jason ordered the girls to where he stood. They moved timidly, hands on their heads like a bizzare war game.

"LINE UP !" ; Jason pointed in front of him. Abigail was the first to drop her hands. He responded with a shout that starled all the girls, "KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS ON YOUR HEAD BITCH !"; Jason pointed his pistol directly at Abigail's face as he took a step toward her. He jabbed the muzzle of his long barred pistol into her solar plexis.

"Do you sluts think you are above the law ? Well, I and Big Bob are the law out here and I intend to teach you spoiled brats fro North Carlina a lesson. A lesson the good old wild west way. I AM the sheriff of Valley County, Montana and you ain't shit !"

" You just keep your hands on yore heads; stand up straight; pull your elbows back; and shove your lil titties out. No: you don't need to shake them for us............" Big Bob was leering. "....... YET."; Jason added as both man erupted in laughter.

"Now, we don't want yew easterners runnin' off on us. There ain't nothin' for miles and you might get snake bit or tore up by a 'big-bad wolf' out there so jus take your shoes off and toss them over here to me." He repeated, "TAKE YOUR DAMN SHOES OFF GIRLS ! THROW THEM HERE !" the four reacted to Jason's shout..............continue