Chapter 26Warpath Journal: Dateline: "Martianland," Barcelona, MississippiHe will not take my hand. He would rather lie in the dirt than touch me.
This in itself makes me want to kill him. It exposes the truth of his Poison Oak roots, his allegiance to the dark forces that oppose everything we Willows stand for.
I am sure of it. I can smell the stench of evil upon him like sulfur. My warrior spirit urges me to cut the thread of his wicked life before he can do further damage to my family or America.
Except for one problem.
I've decided I must be totally sure before I move forward. Totally sure I'm not making a mistake under dark influence. Totally sure these people are not who they say they are.
Before I kill them all.
"Okay, man." I pull back my hand and step away from him..
