Massacre at San PabloLarge Print - 2008
In the dim light the man looked like the rider who had mutilated his family and left them to the vultures. Mark felt his body tense. With his arms hanging loosely at his side and spread-legged he fought the haze of rage that came over him in waves. He wanted to kill. It was like a hunger in him that crawled from the depths of his gut and followed a direct path to his brain. His voice was level and deadly when he challenged a killer.