The man laughed and lashed out with his booted foot, shattering the bottle easily. Jed threw the splintered remains at the man’s face, but he dodged to one side and the glass sailed harmlessly across the bar.
‘You’re finished, my friend, well and truly.’ The man raised his hand and the rawr sparkled evilly as it caught the golden light from the low-amp bulb in the ceiling.
There was the sound of wood snapping and the man dropped to his knees in front of Jed. The broken end of the pool cue landed at Jed’s feet and he looked up to see Moses Nyati, towering, hungover and smiling, holding the splintered other half in his hands. He held out a huge hand and jed grasped it for a moment, then yelled, ‘Behind you!’
Moses turned. The first man, blood streaming from the gash between his eyes whe
