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“That’s it, asshole!” Jerry stood up
and threw his bottle at the wall. It shat-
tered against a neon sign, spilling beer and
shards of glass. “Outside! We’re settling this now!”

The tall, broad man had been sitting back
with his feet propped up on the pool table.
Hearing the challenge, he shrugged and stood
up, brushing the peanut shells he’d been
cracking from his jeans. He followed Jerry
out the door and into the parking lot, where
they were surrounded by big rigs and pickup
trucks.
Jerry spun around. “Right here. Right

now.” He pulled off his jacket and tossed it
aside.
The stranger shook his head as if he were
dealing with a child.

“You sure this is what you want?”

“You can’t come here and say all that shit about my
brother without dealing with me!” Jerry couldn’t
believe this guy. “I don’t know who you are or how you
know my brother, but I’m going to teach you a lesson. We
stand by our own around here.”

“Oh, I know how you stand around here. Bent over with
your pants around your ankles, waiting for daddy.”

Jerry saw red. He screamed with rage,
pulled his knife and launched himself at the
stranger. Before he even knew what he’d
done, he felt the knife sink nearly to the
hilt into the man’s stomach.
The stranger laughed.
Jerry yanked the blade free, as clean as
when he’d unsheathed it. He looked at the
stranger, who grabbed him by the shoulder
and clamped down with the pressure of a
vice. Jerry sank to his knees, whimpering.

“Your brother done me wrong,” the stranger said.
“And now the punishment falls to his kin.”

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