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Blue Moon :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Well, aren't you just Mr. Smooth."
He took a menacing step towards me. I smiled at him. He frowned at me. "Answer the fucking question, girlie. Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter who she is," the one with the baseball bat said. "This isn't any of her business. Leave it alone, or you'll get what he's going to get." He motioned with his head at Shang-Da.
"I get to the beat the crap out of you, too?" I said. "Oh, goody."
Baseball Bat frowned at me, too. I had two of them puzzled. Confusion to my enemies.
The woman shook a bony fist at them again. "You get off my property, or I will call Sheriff Wilkes."
One of the men laughed, and another said, "Wilkes will be along. When we're finished."
Baseball Bat said, "Come down off that porch, boy, or we're coming up after you."
He was ignoring me. He was ignoring Jason. They weren't just amateur muscle. They were stupid amateur muscle.
Shang-Da's voice was surprisingly deep, very calm. There was no fear in it — big surprise — but there was an undercurrent of eagerness, as if under that calmness he was itching to hurt them. "If I come down off this porch, you will not enjoy it."
The man with the baseball bat wheeled his weapon of choice in a quick, professional circle. He used it like he knew how. Maybe he'd played ball in high school. "Oh, I'll enjoy it, China boy."
"China boy," Jason said. I didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling.
"Not very original is it?" I commented.
"Nope."
Mel turned towards us, and another man moved with him. "Are you making fun of us?"
I nodded. "Oh, yeah."
"You think I won't hit you because you're a girl?" Mel asked.
It was tempting to say, "No, I think you won't hit me because I have a gun," but I didn't say it. Once you pull a gun in a fight, you've pushed the violence level to a height where death is a very real possibility. I didn't want anyone dead with the cops waiting to ride down and sweep us up. Didn't want to go to jail. I have a black belt in judo. But Mel's companion was almost as big as Officer Maiden, and not half as pretty. They both outweighed me and Jason by a hundred pounds apiece, or more. They'd been big most of their lives. They thought it made them tough. Up until this moment, it probably had. In fact, it still might. I wasn't going to stand there and trade blows with them. I'd loose. Whatever I was going to do had to be quick and take my opponent out immediately.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Well, aren't you just Mr. Smooth."
He took a menacing step towards me. I smiled at him. He frowned at me. "Answer the fucking question, girlie. Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter who she is," the one with the baseball bat said. "This isn't any of her business. Leave it alone, or you'll get what he's going to get." He motioned with his head at Shang-Da.
"I get to the beat the crap out of you, too?" I said. "Oh, goody."
Baseball Bat frowned at me, too. I had two of them puzzled. Confusion to my enemies.
The woman shook a bony fist at them again. "You get off my property, or I will call Sheriff Wilkes."
One of the men laughed, and another said, "Wilkes will be along. When we're finished."
Baseball Bat said, "Come down off that porch, boy, or we're coming up after you."
He was ignoring me. He was ignoring Jason. They weren't just amateur muscle. They were stupid amateur muscle.
Shang-Da's voice was surprisingly deep, very calm. There was no fear in it — big surprise — but there was an undercurrent of eagerness, as if under that calmness he was itching to hurt them. "If I come down off this porch, you will not enjoy it."
The man with the baseball bat wheeled his weapon of choice in a quick, professional circle. He used it like he knew how. Maybe he'd played ball in high school. "Oh, I'll enjoy it, China boy."
"China boy," Jason said. I didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling.
"Not very original is it?" I commented.
"Nope."
Mel turned towards us, and another man moved with him. "Are you making fun of us?"
I nodded. "Oh, yeah."
"You think I won't hit you because you're a girl?" Mel asked.
It was tempting to say, "No, I think you won't hit me because I have a gun," but I didn't say it. Once you pull a gun in a fight, you've pushed the violence level to a height where death is a very real possibility. I didn't want anyone dead with the cops waiting to ride down and sweep us up. Didn't want to go to jail. I have a black belt in judo. But Mel's companion was almost as big as Officer Maiden, and not half as pretty. They both outweighed me and Jason by a hundred pounds apiece, or more. They'd been big most of their lives. They thought it made them tough. Up until this moment, it probably had. In fact, it still might. I wasn't going to stand there and trade blows with them. I'd loose. Whatever I was going to do had to be quick and take my opponent out immediately.