Then followed a wrestling sound of bodies in violent straining contact--the scrape of feet--the jangle of spurs--a crash of sliding table or chair, and then the cry of a woman in pain.
Duane stepped into the open door, inside the room.

Kate Bland lay half across a table where she had been flung, and she was trying to get to her feet.

Bland's back was turned.

He had opened the door into Jennie's room and had one foot across the threshold.

Duane caught the girl's low, shuddering cry.