like her in all my born days!
DOORWAY OF THE DAMNED
“Yes,” Standford said, praying silently that Beth would hear and run before they could prove the lie. “I’ve got no money and there isn’t enough food in the house to feed you. There’s nothing that you’d want.”
A grunt was the tall man’s reply. All four were out of the saddle now. One was tying up the horses, leaving the others to crowd in on Standford, who was unarmed.
“Into the house,” said the youngest of the group. “We’ll see for ourselves whether you got anythin’ we want or not.”