Rolfe had his own Bowie out and his blue eyes glinted with glee. He was smiling; the knife gripped firmly in his hand, his body crouching in a knife fighter"s stance. “Du vant to do some carving? Try me.”
The other man"s face had gone white, but he was game, and he too went into a circling crouch and then leaped forward. The stocky body of Rolfe moved with astonishing speed for an older man, and his knife swept upward, effectively severing the man"s left ear from his head. The man"s screams suddenly joined the other man"s, and he clapped both hands to his head, blood cascading through his fingers and spilling downward to the dirt floor.
Rolfe"s eyes were still glinting, but his smile was gone as he grabbed the wounded man"s shirt and cut away a swath, not caring that a line of blood appe
