BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 211
„cause the barkeep was intently watching the scene unfold at our table. So, with nothing
else to do, I watched George.
Goddamned good thing he showed up, I concluded. That mess was already way
above my pay grade by the time he got into the deal.
“You say one more word about my mother, you cocksucker, I‟ll kill your sleazy
ass right where you sit!”
I guess George couldn‟t pass that one up, either. I know I sure as hell would have
liked it if they‟d replaced the beer nuts. This was getting a bit entertaining.
“Huh? „Cocksucker‟? Now you‟re accusing me of getting‟ it on with your father,
too? Ya know, soldier, you‟ve got one very slutty fuckin‟ family, if you ask me.”
their comrade.
My guys roared. For a moment, anyway. That was funnier‟n hell.
His guys, four more green berets, stepped to our table and formed a ring around
My guys shut up. That part wasn‟t a damned bit funny.
The green beret‟s voice was honed steel by now. “I‟m gonna pull your ass out of
that chair and fuck you up right here, you prick!”
George was already coming to his feet, his hand closed on the top of the same
longneck I planned to use to save my ass. Good move, George. That bastard‟ll tear our
asses off if you don‟t do something clever as hell and pretty damned quick.
Before anyone could do anything, the bartender stepped in. Shit, I never saw him
move. I‟d‟ve asked for some nuts if I‟d known he wasn‟t still in the audience. He moved
close to the soldier. “Take this shit outside, and I mean right fuckin‟ now, fella.” He had
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