if he 'd grabbed a fast horse and ridden away , i could n't blame him . i lifted it up and as quickly dropped it . he had put his sloppy lips on hers , and her stomach had turned . the battered man looked up and for a moment their eyes met . and a woman dressed all in white had come to kill them . her long hair brushed his thighs as she screamed his name , her pale throat working . she was a beautiful girl , so full of life and so ready to do god 's will . 