" What's keeping you Big Bob ? " Jason glanced over at the van where he could only see figures bobbing about inside. " Don't tell me your havin' trouble bulldogging the little filly. You must be losing your touch big guy !" There was a tone of amusement in the shiriff's voice.

"She's like a wildcat kickin', bitin', n' scratchin' like she's in her cave protecting her cubs." Big Bob was obviously out of breath. " But I got her now, Jason ! Got her damn arm and I'll twist it off and shove it up her ass if she don't settle down."

The other girls were restless: probably curious; but so intimidated, they didn't raise their heads. They still kept their hands on their heads. "Maybe a little exercise would do you girls some good. How about twenty push-ups while we're waitin' ?" Jason stared, and imagined those legs quivering as the girls exerted themselves.