A kick to the ribs, and a second. The bruised and bloody mess that was Dirk Slade fell into the gutter. One thug dragged Dirk back up. "You a talker, now, tough guy, or a fighter? We want answers!" The thug lifted Dirk's head. But instead of fear, he saw fire in Dirk's eyes. "Just warming up," rasped Dirk. The thug did not know his gun was missing until he took two rounds in the chest. The second thug couldn't quite get his gun out before the next volley from Dirk knocked him back. The Bossman took his hand away from his own heat and raised his hands. "Okay, okay, Dirk. Let's work this out." Dirk's fiery eyes burned at the Bossman. "I'm fresh out of the cooperative spirit today, buddy..." |