Charlie didn’t throw the first punch—Whiskey did. But he was so drunk, he missed Charlie completely, and then Case stepped in, having deduced that whatever it was Whiskey had muttered, it was about his girlfriend. The old drunk had already p*ssed him off making Andrea uncomfortable, and now, whatever had come out of his mouth, he was going to pay for it.
Case stepped into the punch and let his arm fly, clocking Whiskey in the nose. Blood spurted everywhere, but mostly down the b*stard’s shirt. “You stay away from her, you hear me?”
Even though he was drunk and his first punch hadn’t gotten him anywhere, Whiskey felt no pain, apparently and came at him again. This time, he staggered and his fist hit a cowboy who’d been standing nearby, minding his own business. Until now. It was only hard
