Olive Higgins Prouty, The Star in the Window — Chapter 11
“ But he wouldn't let up nagging me about how his rifle got loaded. He flogged and flogged me one night, to make me say I'd been fooling with it, but I wouldn't give in. No, sir. I preferred to lie, and be whipped to death, than imprisoned for life for murder. 'Twasn't long before my stepfather caught on to how it frightened me to be accused of having loaded that gun (though it never crossed his mind what my motive was, I guess) —and he used to threaten he'd tell the sheriff who was really responsible for my mother's death, if I didn't do this or that thing to please him. ”
