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and a bad son of a bitch. Even now, if Michael called him in a squeeze, the old coot would jump in to the rescue. Granted, now most of his force came down the barrel of a gun, but the threat was the same.
    “No , no. We can’t. If you get in a crunch, I got a new toy I’d love to test out. The little lady got me Smith and Wesson MP 10 for our anniversary. Still ain’t got to break her in.”
    “Will do. I’d like to see that little beaut. Br ing the wife with you in the morning when you come. I’ll set up a target, and start breaking that little filly.”
    “Sounds like a plan.” Doc got in his car and left, waving.
    He hadn’t even made it out of the drive when the reinforcements showed up. A convoy of jacked up pick - up trucks came pulling in front of the house, all stocked with country grown , boots and hats wearing country boys all ready for a rumble. The gun racks were loaded with guns of all shapes and sizes, and the hounds all tied in the beds. There was one thing this town didn’t stand for, and it was hurting their own. Michael walked down the steps to greet them and left in a blaze of dust to get justice of his own.

    Alaina sat by Vince’s side, washing his face down with cool water. All three women were stationed firmly at his side, unwilling to move until they knew he was awake and safe. The minutes drew into hours, w e aring on their nerves. “Do you think he is going to be okay?” Violet asked with fear wavering her voice.
    “He is going to be fine, sweetheart. That nasty stuff just needs time to burn out of his system. Go get you a piece of pie and a glass of milk. It will help settle your nerves , dear , ” said Mrs. Sanders.
    Violet looked at Vince and nodded. “Maybe you are right. Can I bring you something?”
    “No, thank you , sugar. Alaina, you go with her now. I’ll holler if anything changes.”
    “Yes , ma’am.” The girls sulked into the kitchen and focused their worries on the pecan pie Maggie had made for dessert. Somehow, after the first bite, they did feel the anxiety melt away. Maggie’s cooking had a way of soothing the nerves and easing the tension. Every bite was a bit of magic that could cure just about anything.
    Around three in the morning, he began to stir. His groaning woke a sleeping Violet from her huddled ball in the recliner. She jumped up and rushed to squat beside him on the floor.
    “Vince! Vince , are you okay?” She grabbed his hand, hoping he was pulling out of the drugged haze.
    “Uhghh. My head , ” h e moaned, the dryness in his mouth evident. She reached over and grabbed the glass of water that had been se t in preparation on the small side table and held it to his lips.
    “Here , sweetie, take a drink. I’ll get you something for your head.”
    He sipped the liquid, wincing at the pain as it tric kled down his scratchy throat. W hat the hell had happened? Everything was a blur .
    Violet held two pills to his lips , which he took, and folded his arm over his eyes. “What happened? I feel like a herd of cattle tap danced on my head.”
    “We don’t know , sweetheart. We were hoping you could fill us in. A truck came speeding up the drive and tossed you out into the dirt before peeling out slinging rocks all over you. You have bruises all over you.” Her hand traced the visible ones lightly with the tip of her finger. Her eyes welled up with tears.
    Vince reached down and took her hand in his, caressing her fingers lightly. “Aw, don’t cry , baby. I’ll be all right. A few scrapes and bruises can’t keep me down.”
    “Vince, it was more than a little brawl. They drugged you. Who knows wha t else they did. What if they… you know...” Her words trailed off, unable to say the words.
    “Honey, my honor is still intact. That’s one thing I’d know…and probably remember from lack of action.” He grinned, wincing when his smile reached his black eye and bruised cheeks.
    She brushed a kiss on his cheek and sat beside him. “I’m