Margaret stepped back with bleeding hands.

Sinton cut the cord with his knife and the poor little cats raced under the house bleeding and disfigured.
Margaret white with wrath faced Wesley.
"If you don't hitch up and take that animal back to town," she said, "I will." Billy threw himself on the grass and began to scream.
"You said I could have fried chicken for supper," he wailed.

"You said she was a nice lady!" Wesley lifted him and something in his manner of handling the child infuriated Margaret.

His touch was so gentle.

She reached for Billy and gripped his shirt collar in the back.