The Sergeant had deliberately bound Tayna at the rear of the line of prisoners as he considered her the most likely to need pulling along by the others, along with Frey in front of her. Marie he had chosen to lead as he hoped she would set the best pace. As they breasted the top of the hill the full force of the storm hit them, taking Tayna’s breath away. The wind driven raindrops lashed her sunburned bare arms legs and midriff like tiny nails and her sodden, ripe cotton skirt wrapped itself tight around the front of her thighs as she staggered forward, the movement of her legs made it slip down further below her hips as the improvised knot holding it up came undone.




















