TRAIL OF FURY
Alice ran to her son’s side and knelt beside him, but the boy’s dead eyes stared sightlessly back at her. Alice hid her face in her hands, her slim body quivering.
Then she got to her feet and ran at Slade, pummeling him with both fists and screaming;
“You dirty, filthy, murdering swine!”
Slade laughed and caught her by her wrists.
“A wildcat! That’s how I like my women . . . hard to tame!”