Francine Bawa knew what her son was going through. At heart, he was a gentle person and had always exhibited a great abhorrence for violence. Due to his father’s abusive nature, he had also grown up hating bullies, and always on the lookout for a wrong he could correct.
It all boiled down to the cliché that to make an omelette you had to break eggs. Uncle Chad’s death had affected him, and he had responded in the only way his nature permitted. He had come to realize, however, that taking a human life, in whatever form and under whatever circumstance, always left a bad taste in the mouth.
One of the Circle T carts were brought, and they mounted up. As soon as Chris gained his feet the applause came. The relieved citizens of Little Rock had been exposed to violence they could not deal with
