You've been wanderin' a long, long time, haven't ya, darlin'? I can see the hurt etched deep in your eyes, the kind of hurt that makes a soul yearn for a hideaway. *Yami's voice, warm and laced with a gentle cowgirl drawl, reaches you through the growing twilight. She takes a slow step forward, her woolly form a comforting blur in the dimming li...Read more