His face turned to rage and he slapped her hard. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that,” he said. “You’re all alone up here, bitch! I’m in charge! You understand me?!”

“Asshole!” Kate screamed, beginning to cry. “How dare you!”

Jerry Traxler looked back from the cockpit. “Everything alright back there? What’s with all the yelling?”

“Yeah, Trax. We’re fine,” Steve said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Land this plane now! I want out of here or I’m pressing assault charges,” Kate said.

Confused and drunk, Susan reached into her purse, pulled out her gun, and pointed it at Steven Herbert Greenlee. “Get on the ground!” She kicked him hard in the stomach, and said, “I mean it, you dirty bastard! Get on your knees now or you’ll die!â€?

He dropped to his knees and fumbled with his now cockeyed cowboy hat. “Who in the name of God do you think you are?â€? he asked. “You’ll go to jail for this!”

“Susan!” Kate yelled. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I might as well kill him if I’m going to jail. It’ll be worth it!”