The crowd went completely silent, their mouths hanging open as they witnessed agricultural justice in its purest form.
Taurus methodically destroyed every panel of German and American engineering he could reach. He crushed the quarter panels, shattered the panoramic windshield, and caved in the hood. Once the alarm finally shorted out and died, the bull let out a massive, rumbling snort, backed away from the crumpled scrap metal, and stood his ground.
“Ma’am,” Agent Martinez said, casually stepping around the shattered glass to place the handcuffs on Cordelia’s trembling wrists. “Your insurance doesn’t cover acts of livestock justice.”
I walked calmly across the asphalt, the crunch of glass under my boots the only sound in the lot. I stopped right in front of Cordelia as the agents hauled her to her feet. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the federal civil lawsuit papers for property damage and emotional distress, and placed them onto the crushed hood of her ruined car.
