Letitia Gore felt activity going on near her bones. She popped up. She immediately saw what was going to happen. She couldn't allow them to kill her. Who would protect her son from those miscreants? Those are the bones they should be burning?
"Naughty! Naughty! Naughty!" she hissed and attacked one of them. When he was down, she went after another. She was used to being outnumbered. But only three to one. There were one too many here. She saw the last one about to throw the fire down. She wished she had time to see her son one last time.