Sarah's voice trembled with anger. "Damn it, Clara! You saw what Zeb Calhoun did to Betty. The bastard hurt her so badly that she can't work for at least the next two weeks. All because she wouldn't suck his lousy stinkin' pecker!" Sarah spat. "I mean to find me that polecat and settle his hash, but good!" Sarah held up the Colt revolver in her hand. "Are you with me, girl? Yes or no?"