<strong>Wasteland, five miles outside of Briar Rose.  An abandonded barn</strong><br/><br/>Her reaction was innocent.  She blushed and stammered and averted her eyes.  It had been a long time since he'd seen innocence.  Not since Sheep's Bend.  Then she started crying and laughing and he was reminded that she wasn't innocent.  She was damaged upstairs.  She was a rape and abuse victim.  He shouldn't have undressed in front of her.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry that I startled you.  I'm not..."  He started to say he wasn't a bad man, but that wasn't the truth.  He was a bad man.  He could take a man's life with an arrow from the darkness with no regrets.  He'd killed before and had a lot more killing to do before he was done.  However, he wasn't the kind of bad man that raped women.  "... I'm not going to hurt you, Marie.  Or make you do anything you don't want to do."<br/><br/>He busied himself about the barn for a bit letting her cook and sew.  He gathered a bit more wood for the fire and checked out an old pile of debris to see if anything could be salvaged.  Most of it was worthless, but he did find a good piece of hickory that had once been a pitchfork handle.  It looked solid enough to make a good arrowshaft.  He took out his woodworking kit and sat down near Marie and began working the piece of wood.  He started by simply trimming it down.<br/><br/>He glanced at Marie as he worked admiring her form.  It had been years since he'd seen a live woman.  His cock knew what it wanted, but his mind told him that she was a victim and a liability.  Meanwhile she stirred memories good and bad of the women he'd lost.