Karen twisted up and caught him. "No, Glenn. Wait. Till they change back. You'll see how happy and calm they all are. You'll be convinced."
"Cats," he said, pulling away. "Run!"
He ran; jumped the fence beyond the rodeo area and stumbled away into the brush. He got home in under an hour. It was mostly downhill.
Two nights later Wheelan set fire to Balderstone's bungalow while he was away at the lecture. The fire department put out the fire before more than half of the house was gone.
Early on the following morning he rented an airplane and had his remaining leaflets dropped over San Miguel.
Wheelan had decided that if he couldn't do anything positive he was still going to annoy Balderstone and anybody else who was on his side.
No one mentioned his harrassing actions to him, not even Chief Neff. Wheelan's aunt did indicate that she would never cook another meal or wash another pajama top for him. He moved to a run-down motel near the ocean.
He had been there nearly three days when, just after sundown, someone knocked on his door. It was Karen, wearing a light cotton dress, her hair pulled back. "Are you comfortable, Glenn?"
He smiled, "Yeah. I like this business now. I've been thinking up new activities."