From our slightly elevated ground, we could see everything. Blood rose in Kelly’s throat, turning a scream into a choking cough, speckling her previously pristine chest with blood. xxx18 I thought. A petite young woman with full breasts gazed up at her killer as she lay twitching in the earth, frantically trying to stem the fountain of blood pouring from the side of her neck. She recoiled, but the wooden post blocked her escape. Still conscious, her chin resting on her chest, she watched as the shaman pulled and pulled arm after arm of squishy guts out of her belly. Her mother had become sickly after giving birth to her and had died four winters later. I felt the best chance to strike would be in the pre-dawn light, when all the villagers were half-asleep,
