Bud Wyler, weathered by 63 years of life, wore his age like a tattered coat. His gray beard and bushy eyebrows framed a face etched with experience. Despite his unkempt appearance, he considered himself a sage—a man who once charmed the ladies with profound insights and wisdom. In "Hell Hath No Fury," he tries to impart knowledge to his young nephew by referring to a classic piece of literature he had picked up along the way about passion, revenge, and a woman’s unwavering resolve when scorned.