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Hes too sure of himself, Sal went on. I dont trust him.
Buck only sighed. He liked Sean Donovan, but Sal had never been comfortable with their new bouncer. Sal had wanted to fire him on several occasions when there was really no reason, but Buck had always forestalled him. Sean was the first strong-arm they hadnt had to teach to use a fork. Sean had class. Where he came from, and how he came to be working in a bar, Buck didnt care. All he knew was that Sean worked hard and made the place look good with his broad build, black curly hair, and dark compelling eyes. He didnt smile much, but he was always polite to the patrons, and Bucks clientele was his main concern.
He stays, Buck said with finality. Sal, knowing he was needed on the floor, let the matter drop. He hoped though, that something would happen to give him a reason to sack Sean Donovan, one that not even Buck could dispute.
Two months later, Sean was once again in the mood for trouble. These feelings did not come on very often, but when thoughts of his past plagued him, he felt mean. On this particular day, he had thought of nothing but Marcail. She would be 13 by now and, with her dark hair and large expressive eyes, probably leading the boys on a merry chase.
Rigg better be taking care of her, Sean said into the mirror as he tied his tie. He suddenly shook his head. All of this because one of the new show girls had smiled at him, a smile so sweet and young that Sean had been stunned. Marcails face had immediately swum into view, invading his thoughts to a ridiculous degree so that by the time he went on duty, his temper was at its worst.
Early in the evening, a fight broke out. It seemed completely routine to all involved, but in his present mood, Sean was a bit too rough. Before anyone could guess what was about to happen, the man Sean had by the arm, threw a punch, and missed. Sean, trained to ignore such things, flattened the man. Within seconds several tables full of men were in a fight, and before a minute had passed, half the place was in an uproar.
Sal was thrilled with everything but the damage. Buck could see it was a losing battle this time: Sean would have to go. What neither Buck nor Sal understood at first was that it would have happened anyway. The first man Sean hit had been the sheriffs brother. Within the space of 12 hours, Sean was on yet another stage headed out of town.
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