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you.”  He snaps with an over dramatic eye roll.  “You better step back.”
    I drop my hand from my beard and brush some invisible shit off the guy’s shoulder with my fingertips, invading his personal space like it’s my God-given right.  Being around horses all my life, one thing you learn, you always stay calm.  No matter what may be churning around me, I’m unflappable.
    I clear my throat and nod toward where I can still see Lori moving through the crowd.  “That waitress.  You just insulted her and that shit doesn’t fly with me. So unless you want to be wearing your ass for a hat, you are going to apologize to her by digging in your wallet, coming up with a hundred bucks, walk your sorry ass over there and put it on her tray.  You tip her, or we’ll have a different conversation.”
    I drop my hand from his shoulder and thumb the stiff handle of the knife I always carry in my front pocket.  I pinch it between my thumb and forefinger, inching it out before stuffing it back down inside my pocket with a grin.  If my general size isn’t intimidating enough, with my hair nearly to my shoulders and my beard meeting it, I’m sure I look scary as hell to these city boys. 
    If this guy has any sense, he can read the crazy in my eyes, and realize it’s in his best interests to settle this without blows. I want to spend the rest of this evening admiring the miracle that just walked into my life, but I’ll do what I have to do to make sure he treats her with the respect she deserves.
    His four comrades are flanking him but I lock eyes on him and repeat my order.
    “A hundred bucks.  Right fucking now.  You go tip her and this can be over.  Or...” I crack my neck and release a deep breath.  “...you and your bridesmaids are going to be on the floor trying to pick up each other’s teeth.”
    He gives me his best Scarface nose twitch and his buddies straighten up behind him.
    “I’d say two hundred is more like it.”
    I don’t need to turn around to know Roger’s voice.  He’s to my left, he matches me in height and outweighs me by another twenty pounds he wears in his gut so we are a solid wall facing down their rhinestones and hair gel.
    “Fuck off.”  The dipshit’s voice is losing some bravado.  “I’ll give her a hundred.”  His whole group shifts back, their chests deflate and shoulders drop.  Inside my head I’m laughing my ass off imagining this group of glitter boys going toe-to-toe with me and Roger.
    But on the outside I’m all business.
    I have to keep my eyes on the prize, and right now getting escorted out of the bar for stuffing my fist down his gullet would not bring me closer to her. 
    He reaches around and digs in his back pocket, pulls out his wallet and waves a hundred-dollar bill in my face. 
    “Okay?”  He swallows and the fear in his eyes would be visible from a hundred paces, but he’s trying to save some of his pride. 
    “Go give it to her, say something nice and I’ll be watching from over there.”  I jerk my head back toward where we were sitting.
    He nods and turns to walk her way. 
    She’s at the tail end of the bar, giving drink orders to the bartender and it rakes my nerves that her tank top is cut too low.  I can tell she’s sweet, kind and from the rest of her outfit, she’s not the type to dangle her goods for the world to see, so that shirt will have to go. 
    Other waitresses are wearing the same thing, so I know it’s the bar’s uniform shirt, but I don’t give a shit about them.  I give a shit about her, and any other fucker that has his eyes on her sends my protector instinct into overdrive.
    Her tits are full and proud, like a goddamn American flag flying above the indent of her waist. And fuck if I’m not feeling mighty patriotic right now.
    Just watching the swell and flow of that ass of hers has me rolling in the dust, thinking of how I’d train her, teach her things that an angel like her hasn’t imagined.  She’s