"It's going to take more than four little country boys to get me," I said. "Who are they kidding? I've s**t better opponents than that. They come in here again, they'll go out in a bucket. And I'll tell you what, Roscoe, someone even thinks about hurting you, they die before they finish thinking. "
It was working. I was convincing her. I needed her to be bright, tough, self-confident. I was willing her to pick it up. It was working. Her amazing eyes were filling with spirit.
"I mean it, Roscoe," I said. "Stick with me and you'll be OK. "
She looked at me again. Pushed her hair back.
"Promise?" she said.
"You got it, babe," I said. Held my breath.
She sighed a ragged sigh. Pushed off the wall and stepped over. Tried a brave smile. The crisis was gone. She was up and running.
"Now we
