Graham could hear shouting and random shots off to his left, down by the lake-shore timber. Tired of pulling Katie’s arm to compel her to follow him, he halted abruptly, turned and punched her in the abdomen. She doubled over in pain. “Get the idea, woman? I’ll keep hurting you if you don’t do as I say!” Katie moaned, nodding she understood, clutching her midsection. Graham pushed her roughly ahead of him. “Now move! You first.” He pressed the muzzle of his .38 revolver into her back, an incentive to remind her who was boss.
Katie steeled her resolve. Graham doesn’t have the balls to kill. He only wounded Terry. She would wait for the right moment to overpower her adversary. Until then she would act submissive as a mouse. Hatred for the man churned within. He had ordered the murd
