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>Bonnie began to believe Joe felt superior to those around him. He acted as though he was above the rules. He courted risk and thrills — speeding on the road, poaching game. And he enjoyed instilling fear.
>One day, as they were cruising on Joe’s motorcycle, he suddenly veered off the asphalt, plummeting down a steep slope, Bonnie clinging to him for dear life. Only slowly did she realize this was no crash, that she was not about to die. Joe had taken an off-road trail where bikers tested their courage against a formidable hill, climbing until the heavy machines threatened to topple. Bonnie was boiling mad, but Joe seemed delighted with her fear. He stoked it again and again, so that she knew to grab on a little tighter whenever they passed the spot.
>He could act with swift decisiveness. A German shepherd often chased them along their route, snapping at the motorbike. The day the dog got too close, Joe kicked a foot out, snapping its neck. The dog crumpled to the pavement, dead.
>And he loved hunting, teaching Bonnie marksmanship, then taking her on a dove hunt. Bonnie dropped a dove with a single shot from the Browning rifle he had given her. Joe lauded the kill, but Bonnie watched in horror as the dying bird convulsed. Joe picked it up and, as he usually did, field-dressed the dove with his fingers, pulling out the breast meat and dropping the carcass to the ground. Bonnie presumed it was to hide the illegal kill from a game warden.
>Bonnie began to believe Joe felt superior to those around him. He acted as though he was above the rules. He courted risk and thrills — speeding on the road, poaching game. And he enjoyed instilling fear.
>One day, as they were cruising on Joe’s motorcycle, he suddenly veered off the asphalt, plummeting down a steep slope, Bonnie clinging to him for dear life. Only slowly did she realize this was no crash, that she was not about to die. Joe had taken an off-road trail where bikers tested their courage against a formidable hill, climbing until the heavy machines threatened to topple. Bonnie was boiling mad, but Joe seemed delighted with her fear. He stoked it again and again, so that she knew to grab on a little tighter whenever they passed the spot.
>He could act with swift decisiveness. A German shepherd often chased them along their route, snapping at the motorbike. The day the dog got too close, Joe kicked a foot out, snapping its neck. The dog crumpled to the pavement, dead.
>And he loved hunting, teaching Bonnie marksmanship, then taking her on a dove hunt. Bonnie dropped a dove with a single shot from the Browning rifle he had given her. Joe lauded the kill, but Bonnie watched in horror as the dying bird convulsed. Joe picked it up and, as he usually did, field-dressed the dove with his fingers, pulling out the breast meat and dropping the carcass to the ground. Bonnie presumed it was to hide the illegal kill from a game warden.
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