And now he wanted to stand up for the blacks against his own race? The Skinhead was outraged. He swung on Scotty in a move that could have been a sucker punch if he had been fifty pounds lighter and ten years younger.
Scotty blocked it easily and then smashed his fist into the man's face. He felt his knuckles crack a moment before pain shot up his arm. But although the big man's head rocked back, in the next moment he acted as if he didn't feel a thing. He backhanded Scotty with a fierce blow and Scotty saw stars before his eyes as pain exploded on the entire left side of his face.
Scotty fell against the desk, knocking over his cellie's television set where it toppled to the floor with an explosion of shattered glass. The Neo-Nazi came at Scotty again. Scotty knew that he couldn't affo
