"I'm not going to stay here!" was all she said.
Lon lifted his fist and stood up.
"Where ye goin'?"
"Back to Tarrytown."
She was standing close to him, her blazing eyes daring him to strike her.
"What about Flukey?"
"You couldn't have him, either, if—if he isn't yours."
Lon walked to the door and opened it.
"Scoot if ye want to—I don't care. But ye'll remember that I'll kill that sick kid, Fluke, and Lem'll put an end to the Tarrytown duffer what loves ye. I hate him, too!"
Fledra dropped to the floor as if he had struck her.