#Chapter18
A hand comes into her vision, it grabs the horn of the ram impala, pulls the head up, exposing the throat, the edge of the blade glints in the sunlight, cuts across the throat, the lifeblood of the animal spilling out onto the grass around it... the horn becomes a dark beard... the hand yanks the head back... the throat is exposed... she sees the pulse beating under the skin, the light catches the brilliance of the blade as it cuts through the skin, opening the throat... the blood runs... so much blood... so much blood.