He found his fingers writhing to feel the creature's throat.
"Proof!" Stark was growling.

"How much proof do you need?
I've followed him for fifteen years.

I've tracked him with men and dogs through woods and deserts and mining-camps.

I've slept on his trail for five thousand miles, and now do you think I'm mistaken?
He killed my wife, I say, and robbed me of my little girl! That's her in his house.

That's her he calls Necia.