Chapter 64
Unnoticed by any of the participants, Miles sprinted up the trail and across a bit of open ground until he was within a few yards of the big man who had his hand to his cheek. No one was laughing now. "You b***h!" screamed the huge man, his voice rising as pain penetrated the alcohol fog. He dropped his hand from the crimson, hand-shaped mark and shifted his feet. Doubling his fingers into a ham-sized fist, he drew back his arm to throw a roundhouse right that might have killed the older woman. Before the blow landed, Miles brought the wrist-thick staff whistling around his body like a baseball bat, extending his arms and bending his knees as he swung. The blunt end of the hard wood was barely six inches off the ground when it smashed into the man's right leg just above the ankle, shatte
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