Slater pushed back in his chair, unfazed by the outburst. "Damned right I will," he returned in a calm, now voice.
After that, both exchanged stinging blows across the table. Landers' eye quickly became blackened and swollen. Slater would go home with a broken nose.
Thom, the bartender, came forth, took both combatants by the collar and pitched them out the front door. "Keep your fight over who's gonna vote for the damn dogcatcher outside!"