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Back to the Desert
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Ducking the punch was the easy part. An amateur could have seen the blow coming a mile away with even a peripheral glance because of how the big man lacked any subtly whatsoever. He was probably used to pushing little guys around. This one would be a challenge... for both of them.

Dropping low under the punch Dell came up swinging, delivering a nice sucker punch into the tough's gut causing him to suck air and stagger backwards. "Why you little runt. I'll kill you!" The brute was red faced with rage as he lunged for the engineer. Who was holding the barstool he had been sitting on. Dell matador'd the brute's reckless charge and swung the bar stool into the gorilla's path in retaliation. Wood met face and the big man bellow in pain as he staggered back to his feet and wiped blood from his bleeding nose, the old barstool splintering apart into kindling.

"Had enough yet, Mr. Big Shot? Or do we need to do this Texas style?" Dell said calmly, the big brute's revolver in his grip as he took aim, the tough's face marred with splinters and blood from his broken nose.
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Back to the Desert - by Dell Conagher - 05-30-2016, 10:53 PM

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