“You must stop, my friend. You may leave now and one day return,” Johnny said. “Or you may stay and fight me.” His voice was clarion in the still silence of the deadfallen bar. Everyone watched. Normally the men would chant for a fight, but tonight, they just watched Johnny Redcob’s stone-crested face. He placed one hand on the man’s back between his shoulders. “There is still time to make a decision.” He firmly pushed, and the man stumbled forward. He was confused — the Indian bouncer told him he could still make a decision, but it seemed one had been made, and he was too drunk to ponder that. So he went where Johnny pointed him, which was past Buck and out into the parking lot.
the Indian bouncer told him he could still make a decision, but it seemed one had been made, and he was too drunk to ponder that
“You must stop, my friend. You may leave now and one day return,” Johnny said. “Or you may stay and fight me.”