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his throat.
                    “Uh, hey fellas, these your bikes?  Sorry,
no idea.  Let me get ‘em for you.”  He started to turn around when Sam jammed
the rifle barrel into his face, pushing his nose flat. 
                    “I don’t want no trouble with you boys, “his
voice nasally, “I’ll give ‘em back.”
                    “Will you give our friends back?  The ones
you and your sick-fuck friends killed at the little shed.  They were good
people.  Their kids are now orphans because of you, you piece of shit.”
                    “Well shitfuck.”  Real fear bloomed in
Grinny’s eyes.  Sam’s voice chilled him right to his marrow.  “That was all
Reichart, we was just following Reichart man.  And he was the first one took a
bullet back there.  I know, I was wearing half his face.”
                    “You can have your very own bullet you dirty
shit.  Now let’s walk back there and talk to your buddy.”
                    Though Sam felt that his blood was boiling
with rage, it was all Jimmy could do to follow his lead.  He had witnessed
first-hand what this asshole and his friends had done to the Tanners.  He
wanted to reach out and choke the old bastard to death right there.  But that
also meant giving in to something within himself that he was terrified of.
                    They stepped around the back corner of the
building, Sam with the rifle to the back of the old man’s head, Jimmy
momentarily lost to thoughts of rage.  It took them a moment to realize that
Mike was laying on the ground, a big thickly bearded man straddling him.  The
big guy was trying to punch through Mike’s arms, get at his face.  Mike, at six
feet three inches and weighing just over three hundred pounds was no small
man.  Using his size he slammed his back and hips up and down, attempting to
throw the guy off without letting him through the blockade of his forearms. 
                    Sam shouted, “Get the hell off him, or I’ll
blow your damn head off!”
                    The big guy ignored the shout, kept pounding
away at Mike.  Jimmy let his rage flow, using the fierce anger burning him up. 
    “GRAAAAH!!!!”  He charged the
bearded beast beating his friend, tackling him from behind.  Jimmy didn’t let
go as both men went over, locking his arm around the thick neck.  Big Beard
tried to push up, get his legs beneath him, fight back against whatever crazy
demon had grabbed on to him.  Jimmy was unrelenting, tightening his grip, jerking
backwards and side to side.  The other man wasn’t giving up, slamming an elbow
over and over into his attackers’ ribs, but it seemed to make the demon squeeze
tighter, jerk harder. 
    Jimmy gave a great heave backwards,
while using every ounce of strength left in his burning arms to twist and jerk
the thick neck to the right.  There was a sharp snapping noise, then
stillness.  The dead weight now in his arms leaned back on him.  He fell
backwards, trying to suck air in past the heavy bastard lying on his chest.
    Mike pushed from the side, rolling
the guy off of Jimmy.  He reached a hand out, offering to help him up, but
Jimmy just lay there sucking air.  “Thanks.”  Jimmy just nodded.  Dark bruises
were already beginning to form on Mike’s thick forearms.
    Mike noticed the old guy Sam was
holding at gun-point.  He looked as if he would never grin again.  His eyes
were wide open, staring in awe at what this crazy dude lying on the ground had
just done to a guy that was at least twice his size.
    Sam broke the silence, “So what do
we do with this one?” 
    Jimmy sat up, looking back and
forth between Mike and Sam.  “Shoot the son-of-a-bitch and let’s go home.”
    “Hey now, you fellas don’t have to
do that.  Let me go, I swear you won’t never see ol’ Hendry T. Mason ever
again.”  The man was