With veined hands on the bar, Buck stared at his vodka and waited for Joe. Six three, raw-boned, held together with stringy muscle, Buck’s nose listed left with a wicked open cut across its bridge. Joe stood next to him now.
“Okay, Buck, you gonna take this guy, or what?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You guess so? I got $500 on you and six other guys laid down more than that apiece.”
“And I get what, a hundred?”
“You know how it works, Buck.”
Buck had a car outside and tank of gas. A plan started coming together.
“Okay, Buck, you gonna take this guy, or what?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You guess so? I got $500 on you and six other guys laid down more than that apiece.”
“And I get what, a hundred?”
“You know how it works, Buck.”
Buck had a car outside and tank of gas. A plan started coming together.
