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13 Restart The barstool was hard, but that was the least of Julian's problems. His injured thigh hurt like no one's business from the afternoon's ride, but that wasn't his biggest problem either. His ears rang from the laughter of several burly fellows off of one of the fishing boats down at the docks, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But that, too, wasn't his big problem. A glass on the bar in front of him lay on its side, its dark contents spreading slowly across the top of the bar as they drained out. It was almost enough to make him cry. "The winner!" shouted Horace as he raised the arm of the man next to Julian up over his head. Julian should have known Horace was a fishing man from his attire the first time they met. And being a fishing man, Julian also should have fig