"I snapped the side of the rod across his jaw and laid the flesh open to the bone. He dropped the sap and staggered into the big boy with a scream...I pounded his teeth back into his mouth with the end of the barrel...and I took my own damn time about kicking him in the face. He smashed into the door and lay there bubbling. So I kicked him again and he stopped bubbling."
I had the chance to meet Spillane in the mid-'90s and he was a swell, no bones about it, fellah. The man will be missed but Mike Hammer lives on.