The Great Shoshone Mahaffee was, as the name implies, half Indian, half irish, and all drunk. Not a good combination in any profession, but particularly troublesome in a knife thrower. However, the Great Shoshone could charm the skin off a snake, had a keen eye (being half Indian), unswerving aim, a steady hand drunk or sober, and nerves of steel.
She (Fifi, his assistant) also had a cast in one eye that prevented her from seeing the knife coming; but the sound of it had finally gotten to her, causing her to be subject to hysterics during performance. In addition to which she had developed a twitch. But worse yet, the most dangerous of all problems to befell anyone in the knife throwing profession, she had begun to flinch!
of the requirements of a knife throwers assistant is having a young
nubile body scantily clad in blood red, for obvious reasons, on display
in a dangerous situation. It looked good for the act. But due to her increasing
bouts of flinching, less and less of Fifis flesh could be exposed.
The cruelest cut of all came when
well, lets just say she never
again had to worry about a hangnail on her right pinkie finger. So this,
coupled with losing her nerve, forced the Great Shoshone to look for new