Max Bridgman was at once overwhelmed by a paroxysm of anger towards this horse. The animal"s arrival into his life presaged the demise of Sugar, the killing of Dennis Schneider and now the death of Kay. Maybe the Government was using some sort of mind-control technique to manipulate his brain waves, but there was no way in hell they could have turned this little plug into a Clydesdale. Obviously they switched horses on him, and now they had crossed the line by killing Kay. He would come back at them with everything he had, and someone somewhere was going to regret the fact they had picked the wrong target. Check my foreleg.
“Look, you,” Max popped up from the feeder upon which he had been sitting. “Stick it up your ass! I know you can"t talk, and for those government bastards who"re using
