A big-city girl... now lost in cattle country!

Heidi might have drove off in that Limo just to teach us a lesson I guess. (But that might have happened partly because she got drunk and turned mean on us... It also did not help that I turned into a dick-head and basically "lost" my thinking head in the process. Randal later decided we should say he only hog-tied her in that Limo after Heidi started doing damage to it while she was drunk and out of her mind... But actually, she was almost completely sober by the time he did that)! At first I wanted to say "after Heidi got out of the ropes she beat us both up and drove away... Then later she sobered up again and felt so guilt she found Randal a dog and got me that milk cow I was constantly harping about". (I had scolded Randal about not being responsible enough to survive out in this open country and promised to get them a milk cow on borrowed money... as a very important lesson about tough living). My dad and a few others recommended we start with a goat! (Unlike a cow bred for good milk production, with goats you can miss a few milkings and it will not kill them... If you do not milk that cow dry every morning and every night the bank may have you arrested after your cow gets sick and dies from your neglected duty). But the full truth about what really happen to Heidi the next day may never be known...

The cops had one story going around about what happened and a few others have told their version as well.

But truly nothing often happens the way many of us want it to get wrote down! Even Heidi later told me she did not crash into that gate to steal the calf... she backed into it while trying to turn "that damn thing" around. Heidi said she figured that rancher had far too many cows to ever keep a count, and she found no brand... (Only a bloody tag in one ear, which she carefully removed before dressing the wound). She was searching for the way back and stopped into a small "friendly looking" farm to ask directions. They would not answer the door... but before she could go a nice shepherd dog jumped into the car and refused to get out. (She said it went right to "the critter" and the calf stopped bawling, so she decided to just get out of there before something else happened)! Randal wanted a big dog anyway, mostly for those long walks she hated... I also agreed they needed one as soon as I was gone, mainly to give them early warning of nosy neighbors... due to the privacy they deserved in the daytime during this "honeymoon" period of their lives!

NOTE: I must stop here and explain something about navigating through these naughty pages...

     You will notice all of the videos are in the QuickTime format... and you need to click once to make them alive, then click play again to get them to work! (But you may have also noticed that you can save them on your drive and combine or edit each one to make your own movies out of them). Most video on the internet does not work that way for good reason. I have compressed them this way to get you interested in continuing on for more! I have also designed all the sexy ones at 30 frames per second... so they will play better on a wide screen television. This makes them take much longer to download, it makes the page slow down until they are all in your computer and they take up more space on my server as well. You must also wait longer to get the videos... and maybe you will read more of the words as you wait too!

     You may have also by now learned how to click on a few of the better pictures... to get the bigger version before saving it to your computer! (You hopefully learned how to click your "back" button to get back to this page after doing that). You see no copy-right protection or other writing over any image either! Once again, this is not normal... But neither is what they did to those young girls in Deadwood. (If these pages help even one of them to become whole again by my actions, or yours... it will all be worth the extra effort)!

Now, back to the story...

Also, I must add, this girl is not really a cowgirl... She knows nothing about cows on a ranch. She has never rode a horse, or even a cowboy for that matter!

She truly only came to my land in Nebraska to relax while receiving some pleasure, and maybe get pregnant wearing the right outfit  ^

(The 480 acres where the house was located is actually three adjoining "quarters" of unused farm ground now listed on all maps as a well-known hunting area. It had been placed in a land-reserve conservation program for over 22 years by now). I was only told about it after the CRP money had finished paying off the loan and the yearly check began to come directly to our address in Deadwood. (The land is actually listed in my name for tax purposes, but I was told it would not really be mine until my parents were both gone... Too bad if my wife and I are both gone first I guess)! My father got this "worthless" land for free by using "good credit" at the local bank where he "serves on the board" or whatever! He actually "acquired" this land along with many other quarters to give him more "base" so that other parcels he buys can now be irrigated. This is how you get richer if you like to farm... (When he brought his bride back to live in the "old stone house" he was born in dad had no money and only a one-half interest in "an old car with no radio"... that was right after the blizzard of '49). He was the hired man until they struck oil out behind the barn in '61. That seed money was put to good use and now he must be the richest man in the county! When I was growing up and had become his hired man (from about age ten until twenty... we had no irrigated land and most of his money came from building Fire Trucks in our sheet metal shop during the slow winter season)! By the time I got married I realized my wife was now also his slave as well. After one more year I left the farm life forever... he said it was because I was too lazy to do hard work. (For a paycheck of $400 a month before taxes... And during the growing season I always put in over 100 hours each week, but could seldom put more than $75 in the bank for my wife to pay the bills. When she got pregnant my dad was angry. Pam was not a very good worker during that time and I soon owed a large bill at the hospital... we had no insurance for such things, that would cost him too much! Maybe I should mention his gross income that same year was over one million dollars)! Yes, I left because I was too tired of working hard... (for less than a dollar an hour at least)! After a few dozen more hired men in the next ten years... my two little brothers got old enough to work hard for him too! But by that time he had figured out they must get good pay and maybe even Sundays off... in the winter at least). Now I was "out of the will" for many years after that, and had a good life for the most part... This was before I had to try to learn how to be a rich person again! (Dad drove my eldest son over to this "inheritance" land with me when we saw it for the first time in the spring of 2006). Since then I have been going back to this old farm several times each summer with various friends and helpers like Randal. We were trying to save the house from being demolished by hunters... or maybe a few neighbors looking for another secret place to take extra girlfriends. (Speaking of that, and before I lose your attention... time for some more fun and games)!

There was a delay before dinner after the boyfriend saw her modeling that sexy outfit... She did not even get the bed made up or have time to take that outfit off.

The morning after this scene was shot it was almost like we got a new director... and the movie had now turned into a horror film instead of a "whore" documentary!

I have no video of me sneaking around in the early morning hours, or going in to my own house in Deadwood through the back way... After trimming the beard and hiding my long hair you also do not see me going over to where Randal had been living to get his chainsaw! (We had planned to go to our final "safe" location at my old homestead in Nebraska sometime later... when it would be warm enough to dig in and wait)! We did not know for sure how long it would take these web pages to get some response... or for that matter, if anyone would even care enough to want to help at all. We did however, know we may be there for a long time and Randal wanted to cut up all those dead trees that had been pushed up into piles when the house was last lived in... long before dad bought it.

Although I was fairly unrecognizable... I was being extra careful by parking in the next lower street just below his house! And I was also almost to the car with his chainsaw when the shooting started. (Actually the first thing I heard was a sharp cracking sound coming off of the rock wall above my head... only then did I hear the first shot, followed by five more). I made it to the car with only the pull-rope in my hand and I just laid there wetting my pants at first... just waiting for that wannabe mafia dude to come up and finish me off).

Right now you may not think much of my reaction, being a war hero and all... but there is something you do not understand.

I was trapped all alone with no gun and figured I was toast. I knew there were only six shots fired... and only one main shooter, but figured he was walking up to me with his spotter following as he reloaded the weapon... I was just hoping for a head-shot so it would be painless. Mitch has always been a real chicken-shit with guns and he had started this fight by shooting my dog right at my feet a year ago last spring. Instead of running away at the time I ran my mouth about that hundred million dollars worth of cocaine they were pushing around Deadwood. Then I started questioning some of the underage girls they had gotten hopelessly addicted to hard drugs on purpose... just so they could offer them to old perverts or a few others handling all that Historic Preservation money! Now, that kind of talk did not set well with any of those in charge of the big money in Deadwood and the whole thing got out of hand in a hurry. (Actually the serious problems started the year before when I began recording surveillance video at my property. This included video of all the young girls going to the love shack during the daylight hours and any old perverts joining them! Always time-stamping every man going into and out of what everyone knew as the "love-shack" right beside this little acre of land I owned in that secluded area at the edge Deadwood... Donna's newly remodeled love nest now came complete with a heart-shaped hot tub and most people knew it to be the best orgy location in town). At the time I just did not understand why that thirteen year old girl was going there right after several old men had gone into the same house? When I found out Mitch and Donna only forced cocaine into this girl for doing hand jobs or blow jobs... and that nobody got to "do" her yet, not even Mitch! (As one video interview states... "it was Donna's orders" that nobody got her until the boobs were done growing! Although a few thought that was kind of cool, somehow I was not impressed with this line she had drawn... a very fine line indeed).

Naturally, after I voiced my opinion in public many did not want to believe it and a few others were afraid somebody would... I tried to find out more about what was going on at the love shack and instead found myself under arrest for trespassing on my own land. (I must add... now that I was no longer on her payroll taking only the pictures she wanted, I was now stalking her)! Then one of the cops on her payroll wrote it down that I was crazy and they took my guns from the house before they would let me out of jail. (Although it took a while I was later found to be sane after all and then told the procedure I must now go through to get those "show" guns back... which I thought at the time could be another trick and unwise to follow their direction)! It might have been a good idea too... as I was trying to figure out how to shoot Donna point-blank right in her fake titties for hurting so many of our children. (At the time I was one of the "Old West Entertainers" for the tourists on the streets of Deadwood... We were only shooting blanks, but often using 45 caliber black powder pistols with a double load of powder and only room for a bit of cream of wheat for the bullet, due to the large amount of fire it makes! I thought it would be funny if I could get her at close range and set some of that silicone on fire just to see what would happen next! I knew she would demand that I be fired, but my spies had been telling me she was already arranging that anyway).

NOTE: See below... I actually found a picture somebody sent back to me on the Internet! That's me with all those dogs! (I never get to be in pictures, I am always the one taking the shots. I have now in fact just wasted this entire afternoon looking through over ten thousand pictures before finding a few more of me). Many Deadwood "performers" spend the majority of each day entertaining mostly the young people. (And some of them spend half of the night entertaining some of the adults too! All I ever get to do is take pictures and video, but hey... somebody's gotta do it, and nobody else ever did it right).

The last two pictures in this row is the famous Donna Kellar... I think that might have been her current boyfriend in the first one! (Not Wild Bill... that little fellow below him). I also offered up a bounty for her "kiss" panties, but got no takers! As you can see, I had my chance to see her on fire, but I could not get Wild Bill to help while I got some good video of this "accidental" shooting... (If you click on that picture to enlarge it you can see everything better)! Notice the twenty dollar bill at the top of that pile in the tip bucket! We get mostly one dollar bills for poising like this all day in the hot sun! (Sometimes during the bike rally we might get a five if we do a good job for a group or something, but often we get tipped nothing too... especially from people who have kids with them).

You must understand, the City of Deadwood got no part of the money we made here... we are off of the public sidewalk and "on contract" in front of the Wild Bill Bar... one of Donna's 13 casinos at that time! And she gets one third of our daily take... paid out in cash only, in a sealed envelope delivered to the correct cashier, at a different casino deep within the Bullock Hotel located farther on up the hill on this same street. I must add, this fellow working with me (who I always referred to as "Wild Bill number seven" when I was angry with him)... also "plays" Seth Bullock at her hotel and his wife collected three dollars for the ghost tours in yet another cash-only scam Deadwood is so famous for! (In that shot the gun in his left hand might have been loaded and ready, it might have been positioned correctly as well... but the only thing that clicked was my camera trigger).

I must add one additional comment about those gun before offering these first three pages!

(Although some of this page was completed earlier... this part was added in April of 2010).

     Just last weekend one of the other "cowboys" who worked with me on the street stopped in on his way to Hollywood from the east coast! Some of the "pretend" guns that were at my house the day I was accused of being dangerous actually belonged to him. He needed them for a movie he hoped to be "cast" for soon and we went down to get them back! We were told we needed a note from the State's attorney office before we could get them... (I also have a letter on file from the same office that states they have "conflicting interests" and refused to help me after I was in trouble for trespassing or stalking Donna). Some of the people in this office are close friends of Mitch and all of them drink coffee each morning with the public "pretender" office, obviously they could not defend me either... I was referred to a lawyer office in another town and "Joe" agreed to get me off for about a thousand dollars! At the time I did not know his partner was the "retired" judge who found me guilty years ago of "contributing to the delinquency" of that girl named Tamra! (This was the girl who had been getting raped by all the men in her family since she could remember, she was even being "sold" by her mother by that time)... Tamra and her boyfriend asked me for help! I went to those same people in that office then, but they refused to get involved. After I was charged they said I should have no contact from that time on. Her boyfriend went to jail, she went back to "work" for her mom... The judge was later NOT convicted of his involvement in the cocaine business, but guilty of drinking or whatever... and moved away for a short time, before becoming a lawyer instead. (This area has at least one wicked person in every office and the coke money rules over all)! There is no reason for fools like me to ever raise our hand in protest! 

While I am on this subject, I could really use a boost with my ego at this moment. I needed to go through all my pictures once more anyway... It took days, but I now have a few more shots with me in the picture as well! (Except for the first one of our stage crew before the big show... I was sitting next to my neighbor in the white blouse at the far left! I think I already mentioned nobody else knows how to take pictures very well). There was however, that five day shoot at the Little Big Horn in '97... in that reenactment I played the French trapper! But most of the time I am normally directing or staging the shots, if not preparing them for the net. I also found several shots taken on a few movie sets... that were later given to me in trade for a few thousand I had taken during the same time.

And more importantly, the shot I took of the real mafia types in Little Italy the evening one of my daughters got married in New York... Enough of my ego, I must get back on the subject!

Followed by a shot showing some of her bruises after that wild Mari Gras Limo run... and a "cell-timer" shot of what can happen after I saved her three times in a row. 

Actually, we need to back up a bit and explain what really happened... And why I broke my own 25 year old company rule of "no sex with the help" while I was helping Heidi!

The full truth is as followed... Right after the sex at the old well pipe location you may remember she still wanted more and was actually begging me for it, which is not really like her! You may also remember instead the "dead soldier" ran off with her money, while we had a good laugh at her expense. (I'm telling you, this girl was pissed... and she was already pissed off before she was pissed on, while stuck in the fallen trees! One thing about this girl I know for sure! She is high-strung and a bit manic most of the time... shortly after this sexual moment she went into the highest manic phase I have ever witnessed in my entire life, while working with people like her anyway). Although she is a "real trouper" in the rough, she can also portray a very proper woman when allowed the time and money to get herself ready for a moment such as that. But at this time her period had just ended and she had no water to freshen up. (The night before Randal had kicked the water container over in the dark). Although this day had started off quite well with the last of our coffee! Also what I thought was an honest commitment privately spoken to me to do better and finally get things done the way I needed them to be done. But everything did a 180 when she got drunk and failed that commitment just hours later! Another twisted turn of events may have keyed it when she offered me the only other thing she really had left now... Instead I pulled away and left her stuck in a damn tree, (I still regret doing that, but although it may have been a good sex memory... it would not have done anyone any good). I would have surely had a heart attack and died before I ever pleased her enough. And of course, you would also not be reading this either! (At times I wish we did have a parallel universe so we could see how another ending would turn out if a person took some other road in life). But this moment ended for sure when Randal pointed that gun at her and she got out that old shaver blade as her only defense... (Thinking back on it, I am fairly sure that is why she took the limo and ran away)... I am just not sure why she tried so hard to find her way back to us the following day? Was it the good sex or that chance for a new start? I am not sure... she had almost everything she owned with her in the limo at that time. She had over a hundred in change and another hundred on a casino slip (it had been mailed back to me after Ski for Light... I had originally planned to cash it the day I went to Deadwood for the chain saw). Heidi knew some men there who still wanted her too. She also had a few other men in Montana and Utah that would take good care of her and some family members in several other places less than two short days drive from here. She had almost a full tank of gas and had already found the main highway several times. I do not understand her mind... but I keep going back to what she once told me about the sex with Randal. (She said he was at his sexual peak of life at this time, and so was she... although much older)! She also had explained in detail how she had never really had a climax until recently and that this new "craving" was a stronger addition than any drug she had ever been exposed to in life up to this point. (Actually she said she had never reach any climax, not even with her husband of 14 years... and that he really hated that! She said it was all about the length... Also the style and movement within the extra required length of time... combined with Randal's extra length and strength to get the job done correctly). She also had told me that once she had reached that level of enjoyment it was now becoming easier to get back to it... and in less amount of time. (Look at the video about her reaching 7 climaxes in 11 minutes! Look closely into her eyes from about the third one... on through to the one when she has totally collapsed. He had pulled out and drawn away... the only movement was the pulsing of her vagina. If sex is what brought her back, then someone should do a study on that or something:-) ya think? OR, what about sex for cocaine...

     That video is really "out in left field" as they say... Will god forgive him for taking the virginity of every "fatty" in the area? Or all those other young girls... when directed by Donna or Mitch, while being offered good drugs in payment for getting them naked in the hot tub room and sneaking out when he is told to abandon them! (You must remember while growing up this boy had nobody to tell him that was wrong! He once offered me a clear statement... "I never took them from the school or their home, they were already on the street when they saw me and most just wanted to work my dick" as what he thought was a good explanation of what really went down). I think it was the lingering death of Della #3 that changed our interviews more than anything that happened before or after that time during this past year... Maybe it was the fact that he took her virginity and her parents knew it. The fact that he cared about her a great deal until she agreed to take the coke and get naked at the shack... Or that big bag he got for leaving her there for those three old men to screw her all night long! (This kid can talk about almost anything without even a hint of remorse! But when he told me about seeing her the following day down on the street and asking her what happened after he "passed out" his words chocked... when he said "she would not talk about it" as he lost it for a minute and changed the subject). About the only other thing that ever really bothered Randal was the fact that meth and steroids had taken over the high school after I ruined Donna's drug business... He had no problem talking about screwing those three teachers, even about buying drugs from other teachers, even about being thrown out of school while on 35 hits of "window pane" and kicking the principal's computer to death! But he had already seen what meth and "roids" do to the kids later on and he was very worried about that being the only thing now offered to the new generation of school kids!

     Some may also be a bit shocked to hear me talking like a big drug expert, using all the right slang and acting like I know everything... The truth is I learned most of that from reviewing the past video interviews with him already on record. And from questioning him endlessly on long trips! (Also after the behavior management girls and others got him real messed up on mega-doses of the "good" stuff). You may think I am just as bad as they are to be offering him a bud or a beer to get him going too! But understand this! I did what I had to do to get rid of people like Donna... and maybe even save some other girls she has not gotten to yet! I did it with the help of G-13... the best pot offered by our own government for hyper people like Randal... And he knew it helped him too! So did all the others who have noticed his mood change while working for me! I have given up my life for this as well... the least you can do is reserve judgment until you have absorbed all the information! Now, back to the "date-rape" day...

After the sex scene we just left her in the weeds and I put the camera back on charge. Randal was laughing while we once again counted the money in the house! (I was even playing into it by making jokes about this new wicked side of Heidi too! Now, that may not sound proper... but this is not just a story or something, it is what actually happens in real life). The money count was short and he went back to the well to see if any of it blew around in the wind. Heidi had dressed and placed her own jeans on the warm hood of that black limo to finish drying out... She was now gathering firewood again and trying her best to make amends. (Randal got me to agree that we would play hard to please until sundown, and he then agreed to "love her right" by the fire after dark "if she minded good" until then)... I told him I needed a better night-sex video and I think we might have got it if he had not gone manic as well. The first contact I had with her after that was when she thanked me for the small amount of work we had done starting on her "safety zone" under the closest tree just outside the back door. (Back on the first day, right after Randal spent hours setting up our "man-cave" in one room of the house... I discussed a "safe" location for her as well. I had suggested the old bathroom on the main floor). I explained how we could use up our only paint and most of our caulking to seal it from the bugs that would be coming soon. Her comment at the time was only "but bugs like me... they only bite if you sit on them" and she picked that location under the biggest branch... the one that could easily support a double lean-to roof of small logs. It was to be her private place if she needed to be alone! We had agreed at the time, but I knew it would not work... this is Rattlesnake country and we are too far from a hospital. And besides, they will bite you before you sit on them! She wanted to prepare a nice fire pit within the sheltered area beside this tree and ask only if I would allow her some of MY cheese in the cooler... With a promise of giving me her secret recipe, instead of "ever teasing me" again! When I argued with her she said that she planned to fix our hotdogs a special way this evening. I remember very well what happened next... although she has always said it never even happen! (I actually wonder if one of her "special powers" is to selectively block some things from memory when she is embarrassed or ashamed by them). I told her she could not have sex in front of me everyday for too many more months before I got what I needed "just once" for the memory. I warned her that someday I might just have to stick her in a tree again and have my way with her to calm down those blue balls I had been sporting! (We were standing just outside the back door, I was on the step... now even a bit taller than she was in her bare feet). She quickly walked up to me without hesitation right after I said that! I remember thinking this sex memory was about to happen right there in front of god and everybody... and it was also not exactly what I had been dreaming about how it may happen! She carefully moved my long hair behind my ears and held firmly onto the back part of my head. She extended her long neck, placing her lips (slightly opened at the time) directly onto mine! They were soft and wet too. It might have been our first, last, and only kiss on the lips... but that is OK, it was one of those kisses that can last you the rest of that "sexy" part of your lifetime! What happen next was totally unexpected though... she moved slightly over to my cheek and bit me so hard I had instant tears in my eyes. She backed up a bit and without letting go of my head, said simply "how's your business now" Larry? (I do not know how she did that but they were just fine now, I had to agree... I think it is another one of those "special powers" she has). I said I was going to go get the cheese and she let go of me after tilting her head to the side as if to fall half asleep... I also noticed that dreamy look she normally only has after a climaxing moment that was so strong she stops breathing!

(I am of sound mind and body when I say this, regardless whatever you may think after reading it, I really do not care... This one of those "outbursts" I must say, just in case there is something we as typical stupid humans actually do not yet understand about our bodies... or more importantly, our minds! That moment must have been the closest thing I will ever have to a sexual climax of the mind... a "total collapse of the heart" as was first described to me by none other than Miss Wheel Chair America... while at a late night party one year during Ski for Light! Whatever happened right then, it was something very special and quite unique, and it happened in less than maybe the ten seconds of "time as we know it" had passed by).

Before I even made it to the cooler Randal ask me what was going on... had I not agreed to play hard to get or what? It was not even dark yet, but now he wanted to take the laptop and go inside the limo to relax. I did not argue, in fact... I could not even make words yet and he noticed it too! (Either that or he had also been affected in some way, I still cannot really explain this event and will drop the subject for now... until I can speak with an expert about it). I tried to make it up to him by doing some male-bonding for a while. I also said he could go play his music in the limo and I would bring him something hot to eat before it got dark.

He had not been in the limo more than a few songs before she joined him and accidentally spilled the last of even the skunky beer we had found while cleaning. He was trying to push her out the back door when I heard her screaming and came to see. I grabbed her left hand (the one that was not broken) and tried to help him get her out. She got a good hold on that strong "door grab" only limo's have... and would not let go! When she is angry Heidi is stronger than any woman I have ever met, but she let go after Randal popped her one on the place where the right hand is broken! (In the sexy video... notice how it was already somewhat swollen, I think from a rough day of falling down in the trees). I drug Heidi away from the limo and Randal tossed her kicking feet out the door, her pants were too big for her and they were now down to her knees by the time I got her clear of the door enough for Randal to close and lock it. She got up to chase me and immediately fell on her face in the dirt. (I did not mean to laugh so hard, but it was funny... you just had to be there). I ran all the way around the front of the limo, got in the driver's door... and was reaching for the lock on the other door when she opened it, still holding Randal's pants a bit above her knees. All I can remember her saying was "so you're gonna help my boyfriend beat on me" before she punched me hard (right where my cancer is) using her broken hand... followed by that strange word "amone" (one of many words in her "special language" that actually is short for "son of a bitch, that really hurt"... I later found out). Then she started to crawl back through the small opening behind the front of the limo, to beat the shit out of Randal I was thinking... Actually I was not thinking much of anything at the time, I only remember seeing stars when I fell backwards out on the ground and she was dragging the front door past my leg... which by the way, tore my only jeans wide open and left me with a permanent scar just below my business! (The very bottom part of the driver door on the limo is rusted out... only the end remains and it is rusty and very sharp. I came very close to being castrated and maybe dying of blood poisoning only a few minutes after the best sexual surprise in my life... up until that moment anyway). I got to my feet and was only able to lean down over the front hood of the limo. I watched as they struggled for a while before beginning to laugh at me as I watched them through the windshield while holding onto my broken nose! He finally said "I'm gonna hog-tie this bitch and screw her till she squeals" and she said in a sexy voice "I have never done that before" and I said, "damn, where is that camera man when you need him" and it was game on again... so I thought! I got in the front and held onto her legs while he tied the other half up using most of the rope. Then he pulled her through and wrapped up her legs at the knees with a bunch of knots. The mistake he made was running out of rope... He finished with the other end that was around her neck... she now had her head tucked in at her knees and was very uncomfortable! She was also no longer making any happy sounds anymore either. (I told Randal that was enough fun and he undid the last knot, allowing her to sit back up... That was when I saw that mean look in her eyes for the first time). I told him to "do her nicely" while I made us a few sandwiches! Instead he unplugged the laptop from the charger and joined me in the front, choosing her folder of music to play instead (to "be little nice" I guessed at the time). She said nothing as she worked on the knots with the one good hand, while we argued about who was going to do the fire now... it was about dark by then! Heidi was almost free when she said "I don't want anything to eat and I don't want to ever see either one of you EVER again before this night is done... take me to the closest Interstate, (which she knew was not too far from here somewhere in Kansas).  I looked back at her and said I was truly sorry. I though they were just playing rough like before and I did not mean any harm to her... she said she was sorry she hit me so hard, and that I had sort of run into it. That made Randal mad and he said something so mean I cannot not repeat it. That was when she came at him and he pointed this gun at her head... just as she started into that divider window. (I did not know the pocket pistol was still in the glove box or that he had found it while looking for the phone charger I ask him to locate). Although it had never been fired before it had rusted together and was not loaded, she did not question it and backed off clear to the back end of the limo... even putting her hands in the air until he settled down and gave it to me! (I was still hurting and so was she, Randal switched to his folder of music and I tossed her back that bottle of booze I had found in the trees, but not before taking a drink myself. It was not too long afterwards was when we first noticed that rusty old antique straight razor in her hands, open and ready! Randal said he would use it on her if she cut him even a little bit... All she said in reply was that we could not stay awake for the rest of our lives... but she could. I saw fear in her eyes as she sat there looking at this razor. Heidi remained like this for what seemed like a very long time, without any movement or without saying anything other than "can we just go now" and maybe a few things under her breath. Randal called her some names and got out of the car with the laptop. I got out to go hide the gun in the house... telling him to select her folder and put it back on charge in the limo, he refused... After he got into the house I ask him where he hid that small bag of her "personals" removed when he found the money. We were still arguing about if I was going to give them back when we heard the limo start up! He got to it before she cleared the driveway, but the only door he reached was locked. She made the turn and gunned it on down the dirt road, still gaining speed as she went over the hill and out of sight. (I had fallen before I even got to the driveway, because my glasses were in the car and it was getting too dark for me to see very well)... In fact just about everything we needed was in that car, including my cameras! It was getting cold... we had one coat and one blanket. I think it was about then that Randal went totally crazy and broke the laptop. Later we found a light and looked to see if my daughter had ever hid any spare keys inside the old Minivan still parked there, (mostly just for camping during bad storms... as it leaked oil from the main engine seal and was too old to fix)! The battery was dead anyway so we gave up thinking for the night and started a small fire inside... blocking the door into the "safe" man room in case she came back to finish us off with that razor! We got enough ice from the pond for coffee and used the last of the battery in the cell phone to call a friend. (The same one that told us to "lose the bitch" before you get to the homestead) just days before, as we were leaving the Black Hills... "You want to drive a thousand miles just to say you told me so" and he did... just as soon as the storm in the hills was over the following day!

But let me tell ya, that was a long night... and this story gets better too! (That was only one out of the five thousand mile trips I was to make before I laid down with Heidi and committed that final deadly sin... Partly to convince her she could now go back to sleep with only just me to guard her back! Which by the way, has actually still not happen yet to this date... now over a month later).

Heidi also had a bad night, hiding in a tree claim at the end of a dirt road somewhere close to Kansas. In the morning she took inventory and found an opened bottle of booze in the car, which is against the law, so she fixed that... But it did not help, and now she was even more sad and still lonely, and lost... And unlike us, she had nobody to call.

She has only some memory of what happened that day, mostly second-hand from all the things told to her (by what I am hoping is the most ignorant cop in America) after she was arrested. Heidi has a much more clear memory of all "events" happening after taking that first bath at the motel, in what she said seemed like a very long time! One thing she knew for sure was that she wasted lots of gas driving in circles for most of that day. (It was in fact during the first part of this long bath, while the calf was watching her, that she figured out it would never grow up to be that milk cow I had wanted... She described how this single spigot began to pee all over the floor and why she then had to waste all the towels! She later explained why she then quickly wrapped up in the bed sheet and went outside to that machine for the cold drink and how that damn door slammed behind her as the wind almost blew off her only dry covering! (Someday I hope to recreate the next scene when she took the only tool she could find from the limo... an antique sword no less, and pried her way back into the motel room to finish her long deserved bath).

I should also figure out how to do the scene when she found that poor bloody calf standing all alone just past the main gate of the meanest rancher in Hayes County...

Maybe even a video of at least one of the farms she stopped at to ask for directions back to the "old" homestead... directions back to someone who actually left this area over thirty years ago!

Where is that camera man when you need him? (That's OK, I am out of money and about out of tape! I am in fact now shooting a log video of my last days... and recording it over the top of the darker scenes of porn I don't need anyway)!

If I live long enough I will replace this video of the "recovery" day at the homestead... with something worth saving on your drive!

This video clip was taken as I returned to the scene... It starts just before I next saw this poor girl. When Heidi had just been released from eight days in jail... After they wrote down that she must have recently been held while being raped, but unable to talk about it yet... and was still bruised from head to toe.

Someone could build an entire web site about what people thought had already happened to her before the cops found the limo and saved her from those wicked men who must have hurt her so badly!

Many in Hayes County are still trying to figure out why nobody saw the "mystery man" she spent the entire night talking to in that motel... (The trucker in the next room gave the court some interesting testimony. Heidi later told me she knew he was alone... and right next door! Heidi also said she was afraid he saw her while naked outside, and would undoubtedly call someone if the calf started bawling... She even gave him a bath once during the night, but he was only quiet as long as she continued talking to him)!

Any movie of that long day in Hayes County would have to be created by someone in Hollywood... Who knows where they could go with this story!

I will leave a blank space here if somebody wants to submit some work at a later time... I have never put any copyright protection on any of my work, do with it as you will.

Tell the story however you want. But come back to the truth when she is caught... All else has been documented by the cops, and later on by me! (That final line below should be included in the story-board of your closing shot).

It got dark and she found herself back in the same town she went to before, so she got a room at the Inn... with almost the last of our other money from my grandson's Christmas jar of coins.

Stay tuned for more video!

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