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Colt sat at The Speckled Hen the next night, drinking and thinking. Rose had been called back to town early this morning on some vet errand.
He’d kissed her and let her go, his mind preoccupied. And then, as he was now, he thought of only one thing.
Jared f*****g Chalke.
He’d kill the motherfucker where he stood, given the chance. He knew he was spoiling for a fight, yet he’d come in here anyway.
He sipped his beer, sitting at the table farthest from the door. The door chimed, announcing that new patrons had entered the bar.
Colt turned his head. He scowled when he saw Brett Harrison and his little cadre walk in, strolling straight to the bar.
He knew that Brett would be too big of a temptation to fight, knew that there was no one here this time to pull him off.
But he didn’t ge
