Next time, first cut she gave me, I decided to scream bloody murder.

But that would be no Crusader way.

There was one thing though.

No Crusader ever sat and heard a perfectly lovely fight going on, and never even wondered which whipped.
May and Leon stepped one on each side, took a hand, and we ran like Indians, and slid down the hill between the bushes, climbed the fence, crossed the pasture back of the church, and went to the creek.

There we sat on a log, I told them, and we just laughed.