She retreated two steps, and her back was against a tree trunk.
He came up to her and stood with his knife point pressing into her belly just above where the blouse entered the man's pants.
She whimpered and shook her head and whimpered again.
He scowled at her. Looked her up and down. She was wearing a tarnished ring on her right hand, with a stone that sparkled. He liked it. He decided to kill her. He pressed the knifepoint harder, and twisted.
She said, "Little boy—" and started to cry.
Memories assailed Steven:
Jump for God's sake, little boy....
Distrust. Kill her.
My little boy ... my son....
His knifepoint wavered. He scowled.