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e last one； had reached out his hands and broken its neck with one mighty snap of his wrists。
Beyond the barn was Detterick's north pasture； where no cows would graze that day。 It was drenched with morning dew； and leading off through it； cutting on a diagonal to the northwest and plain as day； was the beaten track of a man's passage。
Even in his state of near…hysteria； Klaus Detterick hesitated at first to follow it。 It wasn't fear of the man or men who had taken his daughters； it was fear of following the abductor's backtrail 。。。 of going off in exactly the wrong direction at a time when every second might count。
Howie solved that dilemma by plucking a shred of yellow cotton cloth from a bush growing just beyond the edge of the dooryard。 Klaus was shown this same scrap of cloth as he sat on the witness stand； and began to weep as he identified it as a piece of his daughter Kathe's sleeping…shorts。 Twenty yards beyond it； hanging from the jutting finger of a juniper shrub； they found a piece of faded green cloth that matched the nightie Cora had been wearing when she kissed her ma and pa goodnight。
The Dettericks； father and son； set off at a near…run with their guns held in front of them； as soldiers do when crossing contested ground under heavy fire。 If I wonder at anything that happened that day。 it is that the boy； chasing desperately after his father （and often in danger of being left behind pletely）； never fell and put a bullet in Klaus Dett
