Amos Well drew his huge Bowie knife. The knife's edge glistened against the rays of the sun. He then cut a fine incision through one of Haynes' arms. Haynes screamed as the blade cut through his flesh. Blood spurted out of the wound. Well's knife was drenched in blood now, but he would not cut anymore.
"There! That blood should attract some vultures or other vermin. Should add to your agony as well." he said.
"You're one sick bastard!" Haynes said.
"I'll take that as a compliment!" Kid Cruel said.
