If yuh figure on fightin’, he’s gonna
fight back . . . and maybe he’ll surprise yuh!
ONE MAN ARMY
“A word of warnin’.”
Whiskey Vat looked askance at the bar before whispering;
“I got a hunch that Brad Frick’s got some mighty mean friends hereabouts.” He winked heavily. “If you get my meanin’?”
“Thanks, Whiskey,” said Jesse, sensing that for a rare time in his whiskey-befuddled life, Whiskey Vat Wallis was genuinely trying to do someone a good turn. “But I’m stayin’.”
“Well,” Whiskey Vat said mournfully to himself as he watched the tall, broad-shouldered figure move toward the bar, “all I can say is that it’s your funeral, pard.”