" I slowly wipe my bloody hand a crossed my jacket and draw my switch blade from my pocket. I show it to him. Mutt regards it with contempt. " How is it you're thinking you'll stop e with that wee thing?" The blade snaps out audibly. Mutt would not be the largest thing to die on the slender point of it. " I don't think I'll stop you," I say. " I think that you will cut my horse and then when you come out of that stall, I will use this to cut your heart out and hand it to you. "