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like it before in her life.
Rachel leapt at the raised arm, grabbed fist and forearm, and as her weight and surprise brought it down, she bit him. She sank her teeth into the flesh of his wrist. He howled in pain and snarled as he swung his arm, with Rachel attached, outward, slamming her against the wall of the house.
McCall was on his feet and charging, but not in time to save the wind from being knocked from her again. He roared his outrage as his shoulder plowed into his opponent, driving him into the wall next to Rachel. McCall grabbed the man's shirt at the shoulders and slammed him again and again, so hard she was sure the pictures on the inside walls were rattling.
"Like it?" he asked his victim in a snarling voice. He gave the heavier man no time to recover, but lifted him off his feet and tossed him to the ground. Wrapping his fingers about the downed man's throat, he pressed downward. His knee was pressed into the man's chest, forcing the air out. "How does it feel, asswipe?"
Now it was her attacker's eyes that bulged. It was her attacker who couldn't breathe. It was her attacker whose heels drummed against the dirt. Rachel's satisfaction was fleeting when she thought McCall was going to kill him.
"Stop! Stop!" she cried, but when she moved forward, the dog was there, lip curled and warning her back.
When she stopped, the dog returned its attention to its master, who had raised his arm as if she might hit him with something again.
"Do you mean it this time?" he asked, not taking his hand from his opponent's throat.
"Yes, yes, I mean it. I don't want any trouble," she told him a little breathlessly. Her heart was still pounding and her insides roiling.
"Seems to me, he's the one got trouble, not you," McCall said, rising to his feet, but keeping his eyes on the man coughing and sputtering on the ground. "Seems to me, there's laws against assaulting a female."
"Yes, but…"
"You ain't no lawman yet, McCall, and if I have my say, you won't be. You'll pay for this." The downed man struggled to his feet and Rachel cringed when McCall laughed derisively.
"You need a new script writer, jackass. Who are you supposed to be, anyway, the big, bad cattle rancher driving the poor beleaguered farmers off their land? 'Cause listen up, asshole. This ain't no movie western on late night TV and even if it were, I'd be the guy in the white hat."
"Mr. McCall," Rachel whispered, frightened now for him and not for the other man who was rising to his full height, "You don't understand. This is…"
Power swelled in the tiny enclosed yard. The dog whined, but held its place between her and the men, never taking its eyes off of McCall. Rachel was not so brave. She lowered her eyes and dropped her shoulders and head, unable to look at the wolver wielding it. She didn't want to, but she was a wolver and when a powerful alpha exerted his dominance, she had no choice. Standing next to her, Challenger McCall acted as if nothing was happening. His body was relaxed and, glancing up at him, she saw he was staring straight into the other's eyes.
"That all you got?" he sked casually.
"You have no idea who I am."
"You got that right, asshat, and I don't much care."
"I'm the Second of this pack."
In any pack, the Second was the Alpha's most trusted pack member and strongest ally. He wasn't always the strongest physically and he wasn't necessarily the heir to the leadership of the pack, but more often than not, he was both.
"Which only proves there's no accounting for taste. I'm not a member of this pack, which makes you jack shit to me." McCall turned toward Rachel. "Let's get you inside."
As he put a hand to her back to steer her toward the door, the Second grabbed his shoulder. Power flared from McCall, so strong and wild, Rachel stumbled. Then as quickly as it came, the surge was gone.
The Second hesitated, too, removing his hand and that evidence of caution only increased his anger.
"You're done in this town," he snarled, but
Rachel leapt at the raised arm, grabbed fist and forearm, and as her weight and surprise brought it down, she bit him. She sank her teeth into the flesh of his wrist. He howled in pain and snarled as he swung his arm, with Rachel attached, outward, slamming her against the wall of the house.
McCall was on his feet and charging, but not in time to save the wind from being knocked from her again. He roared his outrage as his shoulder plowed into his opponent, driving him into the wall next to Rachel. McCall grabbed the man's shirt at the shoulders and slammed him again and again, so hard she was sure the pictures on the inside walls were rattling.
"Like it?" he asked his victim in a snarling voice. He gave the heavier man no time to recover, but lifted him off his feet and tossed him to the ground. Wrapping his fingers about the downed man's throat, he pressed downward. His knee was pressed into the man's chest, forcing the air out. "How does it feel, asswipe?"
Now it was her attacker's eyes that bulged. It was her attacker who couldn't breathe. It was her attacker whose heels drummed against the dirt. Rachel's satisfaction was fleeting when she thought McCall was going to kill him.
"Stop! Stop!" she cried, but when she moved forward, the dog was there, lip curled and warning her back.
When she stopped, the dog returned its attention to its master, who had raised his arm as if she might hit him with something again.
"Do you mean it this time?" he asked, not taking his hand from his opponent's throat.
"Yes, yes, I mean it. I don't want any trouble," she told him a little breathlessly. Her heart was still pounding and her insides roiling.
"Seems to me, he's the one got trouble, not you," McCall said, rising to his feet, but keeping his eyes on the man coughing and sputtering on the ground. "Seems to me, there's laws against assaulting a female."
"Yes, but…"
"You ain't no lawman yet, McCall, and if I have my say, you won't be. You'll pay for this." The downed man struggled to his feet and Rachel cringed when McCall laughed derisively.
"You need a new script writer, jackass. Who are you supposed to be, anyway, the big, bad cattle rancher driving the poor beleaguered farmers off their land? 'Cause listen up, asshole. This ain't no movie western on late night TV and even if it were, I'd be the guy in the white hat."
"Mr. McCall," Rachel whispered, frightened now for him and not for the other man who was rising to his full height, "You don't understand. This is…"
Power swelled in the tiny enclosed yard. The dog whined, but held its place between her and the men, never taking its eyes off of McCall. Rachel was not so brave. She lowered her eyes and dropped her shoulders and head, unable to look at the wolver wielding it. She didn't want to, but she was a wolver and when a powerful alpha exerted his dominance, she had no choice. Standing next to her, Challenger McCall acted as if nothing was happening. His body was relaxed and, glancing up at him, she saw he was staring straight into the other's eyes.
"That all you got?" he sked casually.
"You have no idea who I am."
"You got that right, asshat, and I don't much care."
"I'm the Second of this pack."
In any pack, the Second was the Alpha's most trusted pack member and strongest ally. He wasn't always the strongest physically and he wasn't necessarily the heir to the leadership of the pack, but more often than not, he was both.
"Which only proves there's no accounting for taste. I'm not a member of this pack, which makes you jack shit to me." McCall turned toward Rachel. "Let's get you inside."
As he put a hand to her back to steer her toward the door, the Second grabbed his shoulder. Power flared from McCall, so strong and wild, Rachel stumbled. Then as quickly as it came, the surge was gone.
The Second hesitated, too, removing his hand and that evidence of caution only increased his anger.
"You're done in this town," he snarled, but
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