them.
When it was over, Holly stood over the crumpled and much larger Savannah. Savannah had fallen to her knees and was holding a very broken nose in both of her hands, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Don’t ever talk like that about someone I love.” Holly shook her fists. “Everyone in town knows that the only one carrying any STDs in this town is you. Besides, you couldn’t get a hold of a good man like Reece. Even if you roped and hog-tied him. Everyone knows that all you care about is stealing everyone else’s men.”
When Holly finally stepped back and Melissa could see the actual damaged her friend’s tiny fists had done, her nursing instincts kicked in. She may be small, standing at only five-three, but Holly Bridles could punch like a pro boxer. It was rumored that her father had been quite the pro back in his Navy days.
Melissa would have laughed, except for the amount of blood that was streaming from Savannah’s face. Then the bathroom door swung open and Carl, one of the bouncers for the Rusty Rail, rushed in demanding to know what had happened.
By then, Melissa had a clean towel covering Savannah’s nose as the woman continued to scream. Holly stood with her back against the wall, staring at the scene with a frown on her face.
Savannah’s friends rushed into the bathroom and gathered her up so they could drive her to the clinic, while Carl grabbed her and Holly by the arms and rushed them to the manager’s office. Reece and Melissa’s brother were right behind them, followed by everyone else from their table.
“What’s going on here?” Reece demanded.
“I’m holding these two until the sheriff gets here,” Carl said, motioning for them to sit on the couch in the manager’s office.
“That doesn’t answer his question.” Her brother crossed his arms over his chest.
“One of these two broke Savannah’s nose in the ladies restroom. I’m too busy right now, so I’ll leave it up to the sheriff to get more details from them,” he said, as he picked up the phone and dialed.
Reece looked at her, and she saw his face pale. Then she noticed everyone else was looking at her too. Glancing down, she realized why they would think she had punched Savannah. Her dress was completely covered in Savannah’s blood. She looked up and shook her head and then looked over at Holly, who had her arms crossed over her chest and a determined look on her face.
“Go, girl!” Alex chimed in, only to be nudged by Haley and Wes.
“Reece?” She started to worry that he might pass out, but he was avoiding looking at her skirt and had taken a seat on the edge of the desk. She stayed where she was and tried to cover up as much of the blood as she could with her arms.
Less than a half an hour later, everyone was crowded into the small sheriff’s office a few blocks away.
“Why does it seem that trouble seems to follow you Wests?” he asked, sitting behind his desk. When everyone started talking at once, he held up his hand and picked up his ringing phone.
“Yo,” he said. “Yeah, so I hear. Are you sure?” He looked towards Holly and frowned. “Right. Okay.”
When he hung up, Grant stepped in front of Holly. “As Miss Bridles’ attorney, I’d like to know the charges.”
The sheriff laughed. “There won’t be any.”
“What?” Everyone looked over at Holly, who had stood up, her hands on her hips.
“That was John T. Douglas, Savannah’s father. It seems that Savannah slipped on a broken tile in the woman’s restroom at the Rusty Rail and fell face first into the sinks. I’ve been telling them for years to fix those floors.” The sheriff shook his head.
“That’s a lie.” Holly stepped forward, only to be grabbed and hushed by Grant. “But it’s wrong. They’re going to sue the Rusty Rail.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll represent the bar,” Grant said, trying to hold the hundred-pound woman back.
“Grant,” Holly began.
“Wes, Haley? Would you two make sure
When it was over, Holly stood over the crumpled and much larger Savannah. Savannah had fallen to her knees and was holding a very broken nose in both of her hands, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Don’t ever talk like that about someone I love.” Holly shook her fists. “Everyone in town knows that the only one carrying any STDs in this town is you. Besides, you couldn’t get a hold of a good man like Reece. Even if you roped and hog-tied him. Everyone knows that all you care about is stealing everyone else’s men.”
When Holly finally stepped back and Melissa could see the actual damaged her friend’s tiny fists had done, her nursing instincts kicked in. She may be small, standing at only five-three, but Holly Bridles could punch like a pro boxer. It was rumored that her father had been quite the pro back in his Navy days.
Melissa would have laughed, except for the amount of blood that was streaming from Savannah’s face. Then the bathroom door swung open and Carl, one of the bouncers for the Rusty Rail, rushed in demanding to know what had happened.
By then, Melissa had a clean towel covering Savannah’s nose as the woman continued to scream. Holly stood with her back against the wall, staring at the scene with a frown on her face.
Savannah’s friends rushed into the bathroom and gathered her up so they could drive her to the clinic, while Carl grabbed her and Holly by the arms and rushed them to the manager’s office. Reece and Melissa’s brother were right behind them, followed by everyone else from their table.
“What’s going on here?” Reece demanded.
“I’m holding these two until the sheriff gets here,” Carl said, motioning for them to sit on the couch in the manager’s office.
“That doesn’t answer his question.” Her brother crossed his arms over his chest.
“One of these two broke Savannah’s nose in the ladies restroom. I’m too busy right now, so I’ll leave it up to the sheriff to get more details from them,” he said, as he picked up the phone and dialed.
Reece looked at her, and she saw his face pale. Then she noticed everyone else was looking at her too. Glancing down, she realized why they would think she had punched Savannah. Her dress was completely covered in Savannah’s blood. She looked up and shook her head and then looked over at Holly, who had her arms crossed over her chest and a determined look on her face.
“Go, girl!” Alex chimed in, only to be nudged by Haley and Wes.
“Reece?” She started to worry that he might pass out, but he was avoiding looking at her skirt and had taken a seat on the edge of the desk. She stayed where she was and tried to cover up as much of the blood as she could with her arms.
Less than a half an hour later, everyone was crowded into the small sheriff’s office a few blocks away.
“Why does it seem that trouble seems to follow you Wests?” he asked, sitting behind his desk. When everyone started talking at once, he held up his hand and picked up his ringing phone.
“Yo,” he said. “Yeah, so I hear. Are you sure?” He looked towards Holly and frowned. “Right. Okay.”
When he hung up, Grant stepped in front of Holly. “As Miss Bridles’ attorney, I’d like to know the charges.”
The sheriff laughed. “There won’t be any.”
“What?” Everyone looked over at Holly, who had stood up, her hands on her hips.
“That was John T. Douglas, Savannah’s father. It seems that Savannah slipped on a broken tile in the woman’s restroom at the Rusty Rail and fell face first into the sinks. I’ve been telling them for years to fix those floors.” The sheriff shook his head.
“That’s a lie.” Holly stepped forward, only to be grabbed and hushed by Grant. “But it’s wrong. They’re going to sue the Rusty Rail.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll represent the bar,” Grant said, trying to hold the hundred-pound woman back.
“Grant,” Holly began.
“Wes, Haley? Would you two make sure
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