“My wife feeds you a hot meal and then you come back and steal my horses and my child, I should…..” James slid the knife blade just enough open to a red slit across the throat. The stranger whimpered, as the blood began dropping onto his shirt.
“Don’t kill me. Please. I swear. I didn’t take your horses or your little girl. I…I bought this horse. From a guy down in, um, North Carolina.”
“I didn’t tell you it was a girl,” James said between clinched teeth.
James Sage could feel a volcano of fury begin churning that he knew was ready to erupt. He hadn’t felt this way since he found the Royal on his sister in England. He felt his fingers wrapping around the bone handle of the knife. One swipe and he would erase all the hatred he felt for this man.
Oh God, please take away this des
