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Bulling his way past the crowd, Typair Repp’s nose was already bloodied and he was trying to throw all his weight into the husky blond and get hi spectator ju up on the town boy

Tara had irl She watched in shocked silence as afists lashed out so quickly she couldn’t discern as hitting whom

With a Calder in the fight, more Triple C riders came to his support There were no more than a half dozen in the tavern, badly outnumbered by the local residents But all of theht

As bodies crashed together and fists struck flesh and bone, Tara clutched Cathleen tightly and huddled close to the wall next to the jukebox Ty was in the center of the brawl, blood pouring from a cut near his eye, his teeth bared below the black brush of alook in his dark eyes

All she could hear were the gruntings of breath, the shuffling of feet, and the ripping and s of flesh It was barbaric, the brutal violence sickening her, yet she couldn’t look away

“Somebody stop them!” she cried, but no one heard her above the din of the brawl and the blare of the jukebox

Ty’s lungs were heaving for air and he could feel the pounding of his heart He hadn’t been in a knock-down, drag-out fight like this since his college days His head i and there was a roar in his ears He checked one blow from a nameless opponent; a second slammed into his shoulder It was hard to see out of one eye, but he pressed the fight, s the flat of his knuckles into theit roll out of his vision

With that attack repelled, he staggered slightly to see where the next one would co in an effort to clear the fil crash of a beer bottle being broken He turned The jagged neck was held in the hand of the man he’d just knocked down

Ty backed up froht had taken an ugly turn, no longer just a brawlfest Some of the participants who had been in it just for fun retreated to the sidelines Ty’s mouth was dry, and he wetted it as they started slowly circling

“Ty!” Someone shouted his name above the loud music from the jukebox “Catch!”

Taking his eyes off theface for an instant, Ty saw the brown shape of a beer bottle sailing through the air toward hilimpsed Jessy on the inner circle of the onlookers

Swift ed weapon slashing the air where he’d been The closest thing to hiht the body of the bottle onto ait with a crash and turning to face his opponent, equally ar sob, but it was far on the fringes of his interest as he dragged in breaths and fought the tiredness in his arms

“Break it up! Out of the way!” A hard voice of authority barked the orders “Break it up here!”

Unifor and seizing Ty’s opponent fro his hands His battered fingers loosened their grip on the bottle neck, letting it fall to the floor He couldn’t recognize any of the officers through his hazing vision

Distantly, he heard one of them mutter his name “It’s Calder”