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a right cross from Gant, avoided a hasty kick by Link. Pivoting, he rammed his fist into Gant’s ribs, twisted, and did the same to Link.
    The brothers were huffing and cursing. They must have figured it would be easy with two against one.
    Fargo was happy to disappoint them. A fist clipped his cheek and he smashed his forearm into Gant’s mouth. Link swung at his neck but missed. Fargo kicked Link in the knee and, when Link doubled over, kneed him in the face.
    â€œStop it, all of you!” Tandy yelled.
    Fargo was vaguely aware of other voices and a commotion but he didn’t take his eyes off the Bascombs. To keep them from setting themselves he unleashed a flurry, hitting first one and then the other, going for the face and the gut. Their jaws were iron; they wouldn’t go down that way.
    He staggered Gant with a right and cocked his arm to knock him senseless when Link thrust a foot behind his leg and he tripped. He tried to regain his balance but couldn’t. The next he knew, he was on his back and the bothers pounced like wolves on a buck, raining punches of their own.
    Fargo blocked some but as many got through. A knee was on his chest, another across his legs. He thrust a finger into Gant’s eye, and when Gant howled and jerked up off of him, he boxed Link in the ear. There was a crunch, and Link did some howling of his own as he flung himself away.
    Fargo made it to his feet. He was battered and bruised and mad as hell. When Gant came at him, he stomped on Gant’s toes, swiveled, and about broke his hand with a blow to Gant’s head that finally felled him.
    Growling like a bear, Link slammed into him.
    Pain exploded in Fargo’s side. Ignoring it, he landed two swift punches that knocked Link against the hitch rail. He capitalized with a sweeping smash to the jaw, their iron bones be damned.
    Link fell with a thud.
    In the silence that followed, Fargo swore he could hear his blood roar in his veins.
    â€œGod Almighty,” someone declared. “You beat them both, mister.”
    Fargo felt his hat being jammed on his head, and Tandy’s arm went around him.
    â€œThat was some fight, handsome. Let’s get you to my place and clean you up.”
    Fargo winced as she pulled him down the street. His cheek was split and bleeding and his left hand throbbed.
    â€œIt’s about time someone gave those two what they deserved,” Tandy was saying. “They’re always causing trouble one way or another.”
    Fargo grunted.
    â€œStrange thing, though,” Tandy said.
    Fargo looked at her.
    â€œWhat do you reckon they meant by having work to do? It’s almost as if someone hired them to beat you up. But who would want to do that?”
    â€œSon of a bitch,” Fargo said.

8
    Her room had a table and chairs and a cupboard and a bed and that was about all. A pitcher sat on the table, and Tandy half filled a basin and brought a washcloth over and dabbed at the blood.
    â€œYou’ll look a sight come morning,” she predicted.
    Fargo let her do as she wanted. He was mulling her comment about the brothers, and what to do about it.
    â€œWhere’d you learn to fight like that?”
    â€œI like having teeth,” Fargo said.
    â€œThat’s no answer. But never you mind. The important thing is that you’re in one piece.”
    Fargo cupped her chin and kissed her.
    â€œWhat was that for? I’m not done yet.”
    Reaching over, Fargo cupped her left breast and squeezed.
    â€œHere now,” Tandy said huskily. “You still have blood on you.”
    Fargo took the washcloth and dropped it on the table. Rising, he pulled her to him and she came willingly, her eyes hooded with desire.
    â€œYou don’t say much, do you?”
    â€œThere’s a time to talk and a time not to,” Fargo said, cupping her bottom.
    Tandy smiled coyly. “No, sir. You’re not one for beating around the bush.”
    Fargo shut her up with