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fear. “You can’t do that! Papa and I would starve without it!”
    Seth chuckled. “Now ain’t you exaggeratin’ a bit, little girl? If you got a pa who can afford Nina’s, then you ain’t gonna starve.”
    Angela turned to Bobo with pleading eyes. “Bobo, please! Tell him we can’t live without that rifle. There ain’t no money to buy a new rifle.”
    But Bobo was more than a little drunk. “Shut up, Angie. He can have your damn rifle and hecan have you too, just as soon as I’m finished with you.”
    But all was not lost. Bobo held her, and Bobo was drunk. She waited until he started to move and then, in a quick motion, she jerked her arm free and broke into a run. But Bobo was fast. His fingers dug into her hair, and he pulled her back painfully.
    “Lemme go!” she yelled, her temper finally coming to the surface. “Lemme go, you damn yellow-gutted coward! I’ll—”
    Bobo’s laughter cut her short. “Now if that ain’t the old fire-spittin’ Angie I’m used to. Didn’t recognize that gal who was beggin’ a moment ago.”
    “You sorry son ov a pig! Let go my hair!” Angela shouted, and when that didn’t work, she swung a closed fist at him.
    But Bobo caught her hand and twisted her arm behind her back. “You ain’t gonna bloody my nose again, Angie.” He pulled her hair back and forced her to look at him. “You ain’t gonna do nothin’ ’cept get yourself screwed nice and proper. It should’ve happened last winter, but you managed to get away from me then, didn’t you?”
    Angela started to scream, but Bobo released her hair and clamped his hand over her mouth. Just then, Seth came up behind her and raised her skirt, running a sweaty hand up between her thighs.
    “Are we gonna stand here and talk about it, orare we gonna get down to business?” Seth asked.
    “Get away from her, Seth,” Bobo warned coldly. “I’ve got a score to settle with her first. You can have whatever’s left.”
    Seth stepped back. “Now look here, Bobo. Are you sure there’ll be anythin’ left of the gal that’s worth havin’?”
    “She may be messed up a bit, but she’ll still be kickin’. Angie here has spunk.” Bobo chuckled then and pressed her close to him. “She ain’t gonna lay down and spread her legs for us. She’s gonna fight to the end. But in the fightin’, she’s gonna get what’s comin’ to her.”
    “I don’t know, Bobo.” Seth shook his head. “I don’t hold with beatin’ up a gal who ain’t done me no wrong.”
    Bobo turned Angela around in his arms so that she faced Seth, but he kept his hand securely over her mouth. And now his other hand covered one of her small breasts and squeezed painfully, making her squirm.
    “Look at her,” Bobo demanded. “You want her, don’t you? And you won’t be the one that hurts her—I will. You ain’t been around long enough to know what a bitch this gal is. There’ll be a lot of boys around here who’ll be glad to know she finally lost a fight.”
    He dragged her into a narrow alley only a few feet away, and Angela tried one last time to free herself. She opened her mouth and clamped her teeth down on the soft part of Bobo’s hand. Hecried out in pain and released her, and her feet carried her back out into the street, right into the arms of Seth. She struggled fiercely to get out of the strong arms that held her.
    “Hold on, girl. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    It was not Seth’s voice. Through tear-blurred eyes, Angela saw that the man who held her was wearing fine clothes, certainly not the old overalls Seth had been wearing. Here was help after all! She burst into fresh tears and buried her face against the man’s broad chest, collapsing.
    “Hey, mister. I want to thank you for stopping this little gal, but I’ll take her off your hands now,” Bobo called.
    “What is she so frightened of?” the man questioned calmly. One arm held Angela protectively, the other stroked her hair to soothe her, for she had begun