She saw the hand
first. It gripped the door frame, sinewy, big; and pale in the light
of a torch or candle that was out of sight. Then the face, a white man's
stark, commanding face with deep-set eyes that were just holes under
frowning brows. No beard, a gash of a mouth. It looked at her, the man
looked at her, and she knew he was making up his mind. She could expect
no mercy, no pity. Whatever he wanted, he would do it, he had no limits.
What'll I do? she thought. What'll I do if he comes back?
Nowhere is Safe
There is no protection