They didn’t drop
quicker or deader than . . .
THE KID’S FIRST SCALP
To another eye, the bloody skirmish that was over before the hulking doorman or the Deacon could intervene, would have been repugnant. Desperate kids beating one another senseless was scarcely an amusing spectacle.
But to the Doc it was sublime. For what he saw was a fusion of grace, power, savagery and dazzling speed of reflex in the broad-shouldered boy, such as he’d never seen before in one so young.
Doc could only guess at the terrible violence that must have been dealt this boy to provoke the violence he administered to others.
He was a natural, Ketchell marveled as they dragged Wayne away.