Daisy Ginger had never heard such savage logic in her life. She was so angry she wanted to laugh, but after being slapped, her ears were ringing, and for a moment, she had no strength to resist.
It was only then she understood why Granny Dixon had urged her to run when she saw her approaching.
Daisy, being a local, naturally knew the nature of these uneducated young men around here.
She also understood what a pretty woman might encounter when appearing in front of a group of savage males.
The man grabbed her hair, intending to drag her into the nearby mountains. Daisy Ginger would not comply; with the knife gone, she used her fingers to claw and her teeth to bite. Yet only now did she realize the vast disparity between men and women in the face of real violence; the overwhelming strength was not something an eighty-plus pound woman could counter, even if the opponent might be a few years younger than her.
