He broke the gun and inspected the cylinder. There wasn’t as much grease on the cartridges as he would have liked.
“Miss Norman?” called Dennison.
“What is it?”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Oh, I’m all right. I’m only furious with rage, that’s all. You are still tied?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I really don’t understand your father.”
“I have never understood him. Yet he was very kind to me when I was little. I don’t suppose there is anything in heaven or on earth that he’s afraid of.”
“He is afraid of me.”