for a split second , there was peace and quiet . after all , he was the town sheriff . standing next to marco , i felt incredibly short and fragile , as if he could crush me with his massive sausage fingers and broad shoulders . so you drink it right up now . `` good plan , '' bull said , and his hand terminal chimed . the saint struck the back of the womans neck in a sensitive area almost hard enough to knock her out , and then pulled her back by her dirty pony-tailed hair , clearing the entry . 