Swiftcurrent Creek spools

Up to you whether she succeeds!

Your father.

In the manner of a coiled snake Mae lashed out. She rose and whipped toward the woman in a single fluid motion, teeth seeking her scruff — or a rough approximation of it. What she wanted was to pin her. What she wanted was to feel the woman's bones pressed beneath her and into the dirt and creaking under the crushing weight upon her.

If it took a little wrestling to get there, so be it.