Do not double-cross a serious small-town Baptist who has thrown over her high-school sweetheart and business partner for your charms. That could be the moral that Kyle took away from the next five minutes. The claw marks to the girl’s back would heal over; the broken lamp, TV, tiny coffee pot could be replaced…but to observers in the parking lot, Kelli’s screams, and the sight of Kyle fleeing out the back door to his truck clutching a bundle of buckskin, could not be unheard or unseen.
