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... with some backwater punk. When things reached a point where fists were the only language left, he made damn sure the other guy learned whose punches hurt more.
There was a raging lion coiled in the heart of just-released Tychus Findlay, and—
"Put him down, you lunatic."
Just as Tychus was about to hoist Raynor over his head and hurl him like a sack of trash toward the storage racks behind the counter, a cold gun barrel pressed against his temple. In his ear came a sharp, ...
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