Chapter Eight
Margie Takes Another Trip
As the boat started its way up river, Margie dismally watched her now former master recede away from her, becoming smaller and smaller. He never turned to look back at her, but strode purposely, in his aristocratic fashion, along the dock to the town. She saw him stop suddenly to light a cigarette, a tiny puff of blue smoke appearing around his head. He then casually cast his match aside and moved on. A few moments later, the boat followed a turn in the river and the strange town in which she had been held prisoner and the callous, hard man who had dominated her disappeared from her view.
It wasn’t that Margie had been enamored of her life with Armando. But after the uncertainties of her existence with the bandit it had been, at least, a relativel
