But the risk ... she thought: if he should wake up and heal himself ... he'll kill me. The world will never be warned of the invasion, then. It's his life against the world; his life against a billion lives.
She lifted the tire iron. She averted her eyes as she got ready to swing it savagely at his unprotected skull.
Cursing, the farmer reached out with his good hand and grabbed her upraised wrist. "My God, what are you trying to do?"
"I've ... I've got to kill him."
The farmer stepped between her and Walt.
"I've got to."
"Not while I'm here, Miss, you don't."
"Listen—!" she began. Then hopelessly, she let the arm holding the tire iron fall limply to her side. He wouldn't believe me if I told him, she thought.
Nobody will believe me; not a person on the planet. It's too fantastic: an invasion of earth. I've got to have some sort of proof to make them believe me.