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Violence, passion and murder in the savage swamplands of Florida
Only one man could quench his thirst for blood . . . .
And as Roy watched Chittamicco's canoe advance, he knew he was that man. It would be a duel to the death—two hate-filled men armed with spears that killed at a thrust.
As Roy steeled himself to strike first, the Indian bent into his dugout, then came up with a woman struggling in his arms. Roy was paralyzed by sudden fear. The woman was Mary, the girl he loved!
Before Roy could spring, Chittamicco, with a mighty heft of his shoulders, lifted Mary on one extended palm. Then with a violent thrust he tossed her limp body into the swirling water.
Only one man could quench his thirst for blood . . . .
And as Roy watched Chittamicco's canoe advance, he knew he was that man. It would be a duel to the death—two hate-filled men armed with spears that killed at a thrust.
As Roy steeled himself to strike first, the Indian bent into his dugout, then came up with a woman struggling in his arms. Roy was paralyzed by sudden fear. The woman was Mary, the girl he loved!
Before Roy could spring, Chittamicco, with a mighty heft of his shoulders, lifted Mary on one extended palm. Then with a violent thrust he tossed her limp body into the swirling water.
