WORDS OF LOVE In spite of the fact that he was armed the advantage was all with me.

His grip on the girl dragged her to the ground with him, but she rolled aside as we grappled like two wild beasts, my fingers at his throat.

I knew the strength of the man, but my first blow had sent his brain reeling, while the surprise of my unexpected assault gave me the grip sought.

He struggled to one knee, wrenching his arms free, but went down again as my fist cracked against his jaw.

Then it was arm to arm, muscle to muscle, every sinew strained as we clung to each other, striving for mastery.