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FRIDAY , JULY THE THIRTIETH
Our stay has been most interesting . Percy is in the Monster Library reading about each monster , then observing it in person through the small glass window . He has photographed each monster — at least all the ones that can be photographed . The vampire has proven impossible to see through the reflection of the camera mirror , but Percy rigged some sort of device that made it work .
SATURDAY , AUGUST THE FIRST
Today we are going on a hunt ! Lu Yan keeps a wilderness out back where he can hunt for sport . We have chosen to hunt a were-beast ! When a human is bitten by a werewolf , he becomes part man and part wolf . When a beast is bitten by a werewolf it becomes quite an unsettling sort of thing . One can only hunt it to put it out of its misery !
Winchester , the handsome cowboy , seems quite game for some sport ! We were divided into hunting parties , and we were each given a partner — one with shooting experience , and one with less or none — and I was very glad to have Mr . Winchester as a partner . He seems so happy to be on the hunt ! I admit I was lost in my imagination , fantasizing about us going on many adventures . His strength seems matched with my wits and wiles . When he helped me up onto my horse , my hand took hold of his arm , and
the hair of his arm was soft . I didn ' t expect to find such a feature attractive on a man , as I have always preferred my men to be rather less hairy . And I must admit , I do want to touch his beard , but I can ' t imagine it ' s very lady-like to ask .
I was relieved to see Mr . Longville assigned to Missus Mister . He is not made for shooting , poor dear , and she , as we all know , is quite a crack shot .
As Winchester and I rode through the woods , he said that he was surprised that I was so amiable , as many of the ladies he has met on his adventure have been fools . He wasn ' t sure if he wanted to talk to me at all for fear of it ! I hoped that he found me quite amiable and sensible by comparison .
Winchester heard something shortly after we set out , and he commanded our horses down a little hill . He was so confident and assertive at that moment . “ You can control that horse in the woods right ? Not many women can . Most Americans like a girl who can ride .”
We rode on at quite a clip , and I wanted to impress him , so I tried to keep up , but I was nearly unseated on a few occasions . After a few moments , something or other spooked my horse , and it stopped , and I ingloriously slid from my saddle and landed in the mud . I was not hurt , but Winchester continued on , and I was left alone . I had my pistol , still , for safety , but it was most unmannerly of him to leave me .
I remounted and followed for a little , but my