Look what he done to Mr.Moody.That was a awful beatin'.
An' Mr.Moody only a quiet little man that wouldn't harm a fly.

Well, he won't find Billy Roberts a sissy by a long shot." That night, outside the laundry entrance, Saxon found Charley Long waiting.

As he stepped forward to greet her and walk alongside, she felt the sickening palpitation that he had so thoroughly taught her to know.

The blood ebbed from her face with the apprehension and fear his appearance caused.

She was afraid of the rough bulk of the man; of the heavy brown eyes, dominant and confident; of the big blacksmith-hands and the thick strong fingers with the hair-pads on the back to every first joint.