—William Shakespeare Iverson saw the dog at the same time Catalina did, and he started running. His heart hammered. Damnation, he knew she was going to try to save it. “No, Miss Crisp, don’t!” he yelled, dropping his hat and racing toward her at breakneck speed. But she paid no heed to him or her aunt who was repeatedly shrieking her name. He watched as Miss Crisp grabbed the dog. It looked as if she was going to get out of the way in time, but suddenly she pitched forward and fell to her knees, clutching the dog to her chest. The horse and carriage barreled straight toward her. Fear like Iverson had never known erupted inside him and spurred him faster. As Iverson grabbed her under the arms and shoved her forward, she flung the dog out of harm’s way. A second later, the rig careened by, but not before the big wheel caught his hip a glancing blow, spinning him around. He recoiled from the jolt and pain splintering through him.
