Extreme Bull

drunk in a brown cowboy hat with a snakeskin band swaggered toward them.
    Jeff’s fists clenched in anger until he realized the cowboy’s sights were set on Terrence. “You know this guy?” Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    Terrence grinned and muttered out of the side of his mouth, “Nope, but I might know his girlfriend, in the biblical sense, if you get my drift.”
    “Oh man.” The cowboy was a townie and drunk, but Terrence was his friend, sort of, so Jeff stayed put even though this wasn’t his fight.
    “You’re the one who slipped around with my girl,” the cowboy bellowed. “You goddam cocksucker!”
    “He’s not that much of a cocksucker if he did your girl,” Jeff said.
    “You keep out of this. You,” the cowboy jabbed Terrence in the chest with a finger, “are a facking fuggot, and you need your ass kicked. I aim to do it for you.” Terrence shoved the man away. “I’m no faggot, faggot.”
    “Look at you! You’re wearing a fucking little girl fucking cowgirl shirt with rhinestones on it!”
    “And sparkly fringe,” Jeff muttered, but then he roused himself to defend Terrence. “He can’t help it. He grew up in Vegas.”
    “Doesn’t make him less of a faggot, faggot!”
    “Watch out who you’re calling faggot, queer!” Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    “Plowing your field makes me more of a man than you are,” Terrence taunted, his fists ready. “You’re not taking care of her if she goes out looking, dude.”
    “Dude! You’re calling me a fucking dude!” Jeff was kind of interested to see how Terrence would handle himself in a fight, but the drunken cowboy was bigger than both of them. “You sure you want to do this?
    He’s the wrong end of a horse, but he’s a big horse.”
    “I’ve been needing a fight, and he saved me from having to start one on my own,” Terrence said with a savage grin.
    Wondering where that spunk was hiding whenever Terrence was riding in the ring, Jeff waved a hand. “Be my guest. Yell for me if you need help.”
    “I won’t need help.” Terrence ducked as the drunk threw a wild roundhouse and stepped inside his reach to land three short punches to the torso before dancing out of range.
    Girls and guys gathered around to watch, cheering and making bets on the two men.
    “Terrence, you dog. You know the sweet science?”
    “Call me Terry! Took boxing in college.” Jeff groaned. Somehow Terrence always seemed to come up with a pansy comment at the wrong moment, and he wasn’t even a pansy! As he thought, the mere mention of Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    college immediately rubbed the drunken cowboy the wrong way.
    “You hear that? Fucky faggot boy went to college!” Jeff decided to keep his own degree under wraps for now. He hovered on the edge of the action where he could jump in if needed but gave Terrence the room to make his showing.
    The drunk blinked in confusion as Terrence weaved and danced in front of him, landing a punch here and there, but always out of reach of his wild swings. Finally the cowboy got frustrated and pulled a knife.
    “Terrence, he’s got a knife!” Jeff warned.
    “I see it.” Terrence swept a beer bottle off a nearby table but slipped on the empty peanut shells and sawdust just as the cowboy darted at him with the blade.
    Jeff leaped between them, kicking the cowboy’s wrist and sending the knife flying just as Terrence swung the bottle. The cowboy fell backward, making Terrence miss him and instead clip Jeff on the wrist. It sent a shiver of pain up his arm.
    Jeff groaned and clutched his wrist but kept a wary eye on the drunk. By then, the bouncers had rushed over and were none too gently helping the drunk to his feet.

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    “All right, boys, take it outside. No fighting allowed in here.”
    Terrence and Jeff were escorted outside along with the drunk, but luckily he seemed to have forgotten the entire fight and staggered off in the direction of another bar.
    “You all right?”
    Jeff shook his wrist out. “I’m fine, but what the hell were you thinking, getting into a brawl in town? If Sam hears about this—”
    “You’re not going to tell him, are you? I know you’re all buddy-buddy with him,” Terrence said apprehensively.
    “Me? Buddies with Sam? Are you nuts?” Jeff laughed despite the lingering ache in his wrist.
    “Yeah, he thinks you’re the cat’s pajamas.” Jeff rolled his eyes at that but asked, “He does? How come he never told