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    Somewhere Between Love and Justice

    ”Oh yeah? If I don’t, what’re ya gonna do?”

    His condescending tone rubbed me the wrong way. He held such confidence that this little woman wouldn’t be doing any damage. Idiot. ”Well, I won’t be having a drink with you. But…” The words flowed without distress. A flurry of anger begged to be released.

    His grip tightened even more.

    In one swift motion I reached across and peeled away the little finger of the unwanted hand anchored to my bicep. I flexed his wrist and twisted the tree trunk of an arm behind his back. On the verge of snapping the bones in two, I pushed him face first to the table. ”I tell ya what.” Gone was any hint of nicety in my tone as I growled through gritted teeth. ”How ‘bout a free drink, courtesy of the Doctor and you leave me alone for the rest of my stay, okay friend? Or I snap off this hand you seem so intent on touchin’ me with.”

    Holding back cries of pain, he wasted no time nodding in agreement. I released him and motioned to the bartender to get the man another beer. He apologized under his breath while he rubbed his injured arm.

    The place fell silent as everyone sat slack jawed and wide eyed. Any other challengers? I searched the room. My glare met with fearful eyes and carefully avoided glances until I settled on Jessie.

    She never blinked as she leaned back against the old cherry wood bar, both elbows propped up and legs crossed with her usual smug ”don’t mess with me” grin across her face. With two shots waiting atop the bar, she threw a casual wave to the stool beside her.

    I headed toward my long awaited drink again, this time with ruthless determination. The next person to come between me and my shot of whiskey…let’s just say bad things would happen. I was hungry, tired and my patience had reached its end.

    She didn’t move as I made my approach. Her focus locked on the patrons for any other signs of trouble. ”Well Doc, you sure know how to make an entrance.”

    ”Mhm,” I mumbled, not bothering to hide my eagerness as I slammed down the first shot. I closed my eyes and took a moment to savor the smooth, oaky taste. The long awaited burn hurt so good blazing a trail to my stomach before my eyes fluttered open.

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    1. MYSTERY,HOT WOMEN AND VENGEANCE,the makings for a great story.Love the saloon scene and the dream is a very big part of why they will pay and by her hands and her way.will purchase .thanks for sharing and congrats

    2. Instead of: “I’ll be your Huckleberry”….I’m gonna say: You can be my Louise L’Amour. I can’t wait for your next post – so I’ll be ordering your book as soon as possible ! Yeee Haaaa!

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