Clete stopped, his eyes hard. "What are you talking about?"

Johnny grinned. "Yeah, before the dog came and got to her, she caught us planting the shit. To cover up for being there, we had to do something, so I had the guys hold her. I licked her cunt and then slipped it to her. Tightest, sweetest pussy I've ever had. Pretty pussy, too. Looks like a baby's cunt with butterscotch hair on it. She cried at first, but then she turned on and that little twat just clamped down on old Willy."

The drug peddler was getting so wrapped up in his memories that he didn't notice the change coming over Clete, but had he watched his companion closer, he would have seen the jealous rage growing, turning the whites of his eyes red and causing his powerful, weight-trained body to tremble. Johnny was still laughing when Clete moved so suddenly there was no time to defend himself, even if he had been strong enough to fight off the bull-like, iron-armed black man.

Clete's hand closed on Johnny's thick head of hair while the other hand, armed with the five-pronged claw tool, moved in a lightening-fast arc. The sharp steel prongs bit deep into Johnny's neck, tearing through flesh, blood vessels, and cartilage. As his blood sprayed out of the two carotid arteries, Johnny's face registered a look of horror and surprise, the mauled vital parts of his throat dangling down onto his shirt. Raging, Clete struck out again and again, and after Johnny fell, yet several times more.

"You raped my Dezzy, you son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!" Clete screamed over and over until the fury had passed and Johnny lay still and open-eyed in death.

Clete stepped back, regulating his breathing. Johnny had paid dearly for the assault on his beloved DesirЋe.

The sheriff looked around. No one left now to help him with the cows. But who was to care. Now Lobo had a human victim to answer for. Panic would set in and Clete thought about the reward. Twenty thousand? Make it fifty, at least.