The scar-faced man grabbed Mandy's bridle. Ellen kicked Mandy in the flanks. The little horse could barely run with the transient clinging to her side—but managed to drag the heavy man a ways farther through the meadow grass toward the river—then the transient got hold of Ellen's foot—pulled her off of Mandy, onto the grass. Ellen could hear the other three men laughing, as the scar-faced transient, breathing his heavy, stinking breath, pawed her body and began pulling off pieces of her clothes so he could have his way with her. Without warning—Joseph, on horseback, shot out of the trees—his black stallion at full gallop. Without slowing his horse—he reached down, grabbed the scar-faced transient by the belt, dragged him, kicking and screaming, until they reached a large waterhole cut into the bank of the river. Joseph threw the scar-faced man in, then wheeled his horse about—withdrew the bullwhip from his saddlebag—went after the other three men.