were on their feet and crossing the room just as Luther clawed at the strong hands around his throat and managed to break free. Sucking in air he slid off his bar stool and threw a punch that landed directly in Whitâs face.
Blood spurted from Whitâs nose, though he took no notice through the haze of fury that had him returning the punch with one of his own.
The cowboy seated beside Luther tossed a mug of beer in Whitâs face, momentarily blinding him.
That had Brady locking an arm around the cowboyâs throat before he could pick up another drink to toss.
Against his ear Brady swore. âThis is between Luther and Whit. You keep it a fair fight, or youâll answer to me.â
Luther took that moment to bring his knee into Whitâs groin. âSee how you like that, tough guy.â
As Whit crumpled to the floor, Luther stood over him with a sneer. âMaybe youâd better ask the bastard to come over and fight your battles for you.â
Griff fisted a hand, ready to jump in, but Ash held him back. âLetâs let my little brother fight his own battle, as long as itâs fair.â
While they watched, Whit caught Luther by the ankle and dragged him down.
When Luther fell, two of his buddies leaped into the fray.
Ash nodded at Griff. âNow itâs not fair. But weâll even those odds.â
Ash threw his first punch, and it was all Griff and Brady needed to join him.
Fists were flying, and bodies dropping so quickly, it looked like half the town of Copper Creek had suddenly joined the free-for-all.
Above the din Griff shouted, âAnybody wants to take on the bastard, here I am. And in case any of you are still wondering, I am Bear MacKenzieâs son. And damned proud of it.â
Somebody threw a full bottle of beer at Griffâs head. He managed to duck, and it landed on the floor, sending shards of glass and foaming beer everywhere.
A table was overturned, and a chair went flying through the air.
Cowboys were hauling their women safely outside before joining the fight. Except for Brenna and Nonie, there werenât any females left in the place.
Chris Revel caught Brennaâs hand and started leading her toward the door, hoping they could escape the brawl as quickly as possible.
They were nearly at the door when Brenna spotted Luther, bleeding from his head, picking up an empty bottle. He broke it on the edge of the bar and, with the lethal weapon in his hand, started across the room toward Ash, who was busy fighting off two of Lutherâs drunken buddies.
âAsh!â Brenna was desperate to be heard above the roar.
As she started forward, Chris caught her roughly by the arm. âDonât be stupid. We have to get out of here.â
âOh, donât you see? Ash canât hear me.â She shook off the offending hand and dashed across the room just as Luther raised his arm.
âAsh. Behind you!â
At Brennaâs warning, Ash turned and landed a fist in Lutherâs throat.
The bottle fell to the floor while Luther dropped to his knees, struggling for breath.
âThanks, Brenâ¦â
Out of the corner of his eye Ash saw a cowboy tossing a chair. Wrapping his arms around Brenna, Ash dragged her to the floor and fell on top of her, hoping to absorb the brunt of the blow.
The chair grazed his shoulder before slamming into the wall beside them.
For several moments they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, heartbeats thundering, their breaths shuddering.
Ash lifted his head just enough to brush his lips over her ear. âSeems to me we were in this same position earlier today.â Despite the pain that shot up his arm from the flying chair, he managed a quick, sexy grin. âI think weâve got to quit meeting like this.â
âHow can you make a joke when you were nearly knocked unconscious?â Brennaâs words were whispered against Ashâs cheek.
At the mere brush of her lips on his
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