There are Predators and then there are the Hunters. Sometimes the same thing, sometimes they aren’t. To some the thrill of the chase and then the kill is all they desire in life. They can find employment with the more powerful and less ethical men, organizations, and even the government. Those predators get paid to do what they would do anyway, killing. They are top of the food chain.

The Huntress is a predator herself. Only…, she hunted the predators, those who hunted others. Always on the move, she tried to stay ahead of those who hunted those like her. Government agencies believed her kind should be eradicated from the face of the earth.

First I thank Monika for all her efforts at editing. I asked for her help with the French translations and she dug into the story cleaning up a ton of errors including the French. Faeries and Such was posted several weeks earlier. There have been minor revisions to the first part. Nothing which will take away from the second part if one has already read the first and wishes to skip it.
For the past three weeks I either had my head down in the innards of a JD while questioning my sanity or eating dust and dirt when it's running. I lost three weeks getting the land ready for the next planting, Please, I love all of you, but don't expect me to return the volley if you comment.
Life is a gift. Treasure it until it's time to return it.

Jenna and Ron, left at home while their parents traveled to China to learn a new manufacturing process. Awakened in the darkest hours of the night by his dog barking Ron opens the door to face someone other than the skunks or coyotes raiding the chicken pen as he first expected.

Final chapter
After being tossed into the mix master and traveling up and down the world, Katrina finds a balance in her life. Always a challenge, life is a constant adjustment, even when family and friends are there helping and sharing. It might not be the future she envisioned as she left high school behind. Life means taking the good and bad and keep going. Besides she has something no one else has. She talks to horses.

Pushed out into a world she didn't know, compounded by not having any money, Katrina is finding there are people willing to help her as well as those willing to use her.

American Embassies are considered U.S. soil no matter what nation or part of the world they are in. U.S. laws apply the same as if one was inside the boundaries of the U.S. Away from home, Katrina was on a learning curve.

Plans made and plans broken are a part of everyone's life. We ad lib, make emergency plans and move on them if possible; praying for all the fragile pieces of helter skelter planing to hold together.

Katrina has the ranch hands believing she and the horses really do talk to one another. She coaches Mike in how to treat his horses, especially that big black stallion, Tom

Katrina is back in her element as she makes friends with a magnificent black stallion all alone in a coral. Suddenly she is called upon to use her other talent and save someone from a bull running across the pasture.

Out of money and not understanding the language in the nation she was in. Katrina called Leonard hoping for assistance in finding a place to wait while her future was cleared up. Supposedly he had made contact in her part of the world with some people who owned a ranch and she was to stay there.

But the best laid plans of mice and men and the rest of the moral is Murphy's Law.

The men who signed for Heater released him at the airport after Katrina had transported him to Brazil. She managed to recapture him again. Katrina went into the terminal in search of a meal while waiting for her plane to continue to Venezuela. She is supposed to transport another horse to France. She is taken from the airport by the military and loaded into a military truck which speeds away from the airport. They finally stop at a home where the man she meets proclaims the horse she transported is his and she must be his guest for the evening.

Instructed to flee home and a lawsuit. Katrina lands in Atlanta before leaving the country with a horse she is to ship overseas. She needs a passport photo. The people guiding her send her through a makeover beauty salon and redress her for the photo. She is sent to another photography studio for the photo. LIFE, don't you just love it. Mistakes happen.

Circumstances makes it impossible to post this coming Sunday. Early posting is necessary.

Katrina has been talked into going to a party by a few classmates who had more on their minds than saying their last goodbye to those they went to school with. Sometimes youth leads them to do things without thinking of the consequences. Others believe they are above retribution because mom or dad always bailed them out when they did something wrong.

He threw me down on the couch and fell on top of me. Squeezing under my jaw he forced my mouth open and poured the liquor in. Clamping his hand over my mouth stopped me from spitting it back out. I held it in my mouth until he clamped my nose shut and I couldn't breath. I was forced to swallow it. It burned all the way down my throat.

Kyle was laughing as he took his hand off my mouth. "There, now you have joined the party."

"I'm a damn girl! Is that what you wanted to know! You want me to drop my pants and prove it! I hate all of you!" I would never barrel race again.

This is an unfinished story. I'll try to tie the bow on it, but keep in mind it might take time. Gonna do this one in chapters.This isn't the whole story.

UF-2 BOOK 2 CHAPTER 6
BY BARBIE LEE
EDITED BY CATHERINE LINDA MICHEL
Will our heroes and heroines be able to convince the Earth Alliance that there will be war if they don't support the treaty? This is the penultimate chapter in the story. Strap in, settle back and rejoin UF-2 Seeds Of War.

FROM LAST TIME: "Our daughters were going in harms way because I had brought Jeeter and Bunny to our home.

Bunny stepped up in front of me and took my hand. “We won’t let anything happen to them. I promise they won’t be harmed. They can’t trade directly with the slavers. They would become slaves themselves. They are too beautiful and not experienced enough to handle slavers, even if they are telepathic. Jeeter and I will make sure they stay safe.”

“Toni?”

He pulled me in tighter as he held me without answering. His pain was evident. In true Pash form, he was willing to let our daughters do what they knew was right. Even if it cost them their lives."

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