it.”
Roundtree peeled the glove off so that it now covered the knife’s handle; he then placed it at his feet until he could retrieve an evidence bag from his car’s trunk.
“All right, folks, let’s start from the top. First, tell me your names, and then tell me what happened.”
“I’m Phil Garber, Officer, and this is my wife, Patty, and my daughter, Jenny, we’re here on vacation from Delaware.”
Roundtree smiled pleasantly at them and noticed for the first time that Garber had a bit of drying blood at the left corner of his mouth, while Mrs. Garber’s face was reddened and slightly swollen on the right side. The daughter, Jenny, looked unharmed, but she was wearing a gray knit sweater, through which, Roundtree could spy a pink bra. He then looked beyond them and saw a torn and discarded blouse lying on the ground.
“What exactly happened to you people?”
Garber pointed around at the three men.
“These fucking assholes happened to us, that’s what happened.”
“Phil!” Patty scolded. “Don’t curse in front of Jenny.”
Roundtree smirked at that. Jenny looked to be sixteen or seventeen, and had probably said, much less, heard those words before.
Garber apologized to his wife and continued.
“These... jerks, rode up in that giant pickup truck over there and began harassing my daughter. When one of them grabbed her by the arm, she slapped him. That’s when the one there holding his nuts grabbed her blouse and ripped it clean off, tore it from her as if it was made of paper. My wife and I ran over to get Jenny away from them and the one laying on the right there with the ponytail, he punched me in the mouth and backhanded my wife.
“Well sir, as you can see he’s a big man and so the two of us fell to the ground, dazed. That’s when the other man grabbed Jenny and began hauling her towards their truck, and I think that they would have kidnapped her too, if not for the tall man.”
“The tall man?”
“Yeah, he was tall like them, and not as big, but lordy he was fast, and strong. Ponytail there tried to punch him in the face and he did this thing where he grabbed his wrist with one hand while slamming down an elbow on the forearm. I actually heard the bone break and I swear it sounded just like when you step on a twig. Then, he yanked that ponytail downward at the same time he raised a knee, and blood flew out of ponytail’s busted nose. That’s when the other guy there tried to grab him from behind, but the tall man made this little pivot, like down and to the right he went, and tossed the guy over his shoulder. Well sir, before that man could even stand up the tall man was all over him. The punches were too quick to count but there must have been a dozen of them, and then there were two of them out cold.”
“And that’s when he went after the guy with the knife?”
“Huh? Oh, no, he never touched him.”
“Then how did he get injured?”
“The lady did that to him.”
“What lady?”
“The blonde lady,” Jenny said. “She was the one who really saved me, and she was pretty too.”
Roundtree looked over at the moaning man again, and guessed that, standing, the man would be well over six-feet tall and had to weigh two-fifty.
“He was armed with this knife and the woman disabled him?”
Jenny grinned.
“He had an arm around my neck and held that knife, but she walked right up to him, moved her foot way back and then kicked him in the nuts as hard as she could, and she was wearing hiking boots. It was so cool, and when he dropped the knife and bent over, she kicked him again, twice.”
Roundtree scratched his neck some more.
“What happened then?”
The tall man asked us to call you, and then he and the woman took off,” Garber said.
Roundtree picked up the knife.
“Wait here a moment, folks, while I go speak to my partner.”
As Roundtree approached the other ranger, the man looked over at the Garbers.
“What’s their story, Billy?”
Roundtree
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