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Bourbon On The Rocks #237


This wasn’t my fight, but I paid close enough attention to step in if Striker somehow managed to get the upper hand, which was doubtful.
Harrigan was on top of Striker when a shot rang out. Then they rolled over and Striker was on top. He rose up.

No!, my mind screamed.

Then Striker fell over. A sea of crimson was spreading out across his chest.

Harrigan sat up and looked at Striker, “Damn it! I didn’t want to have to do that!”

I came over, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I know, Jim. You didn’t have a choice.”

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