In the art community, there were reasons to defend guerilla art -- in this case partially because of the need to protect the work of the artists and art students who were creating ephemeral works on the mudflats of the East Bay shoreline.
Powerless to object, Caydance stared at the grim face of the archer and the evil grin on the mouth of the macho beast on which he rode. All she could think of was Mackie Alarie's face when he cornered her in the woods.