Boots and Wings by Myla Jackson

Author:Myla Jackson [Jackson, Myla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Anthologies, Western, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Collections & Anthologies, Westerns
ISBN: 9781626950290
Amazon: B018380NSO
Published: 2015-12-07T16:00:00+00:00

5

Tucker glared at Jake. "What did you do to her?"

"Me?" Jake threw out an arm. "What did you do? I had her in the palm of my hand when we made love this afternoon."

"You made—" Tucker sputtered. "This afternoon? Busy taking care of something, huh?" He stepped around Molly and planted a hand in Jake's chest and shoved.

"Don't push me, Tuck," Jake warned. "You're older, but not a better fighter."

"You knew I had plans for this evening." Tucker pushed him again, anger building with each breath he took. "And you went behind my back."

"Based on Molly's demands, you had your chance as well." Jake shoved Tucker. "Let her choose, you said."

"That's right, and all you did was make it where she didn't want to choose." Tucker pushed Jake again.

Jake swung his fist at Tucker's jaw.

Tucker turned in time so that Jake's fist connected with his shoulder, pain radiating throughout his shoulder and arm.

Tucker balled his fist and landed one in Jake's gut.

Jake doubled over and came up swinging.

The female dancers scattered for the sidelines while the men formed a circle around Jake and Tucker and the betting began.

"Twenty on Tucker to win."

"Fifty says Jake will take him!"

Greta Sue shouted from the side of the dance floor. "Take it outside!"

Tucker wasn't taking anything. He landed an upper cut to Jake's jaw, sending him staggering backward into Ed Judson's arms.

Ed threw him back into the ring, laughing. "Take him Tucker. I got money on you."

Jake came back swinging and hit Tucker in the side of his mouth, splitting his lip. Blood spouted from the injury, only seeming to make Tucker madder. He swung again, but Jake ducked and hit him in the belly again.

Greta Sue hooked Jake with one arm and Tucker with the other and plowed them toward the door. People leaped out of the way, shoving chairs and tables out of Greta Sue's path.

Jackson Gray Wolf stood at the entrance to the Ugly Stick Saloon, laughing as he held open the door.

Greta Sue shoved Tucker outside and then Jake after him.

Jake crashed into Tucker as he scrambled to his feet and the two of them rolled across the ground, trading punches, kicks and flailing swings.

When they rolled into a ditch, Tucker sat back on his haunches, gasping for breath, his jaw numb from too many hits and his eye swelling.

Jake didn't look much better.

The crowd of men stood at the top of the slope cheering, until a siren's wail sounded from the highway.

Too tired to take another swing, Tucker lumbered to his feet, offering his hand to his brother.

Jake shoved it aside and tried to get to his feet, crashing to the ground when his legs wouldn't hold him.

"Take my damned hand," Tucker said.

Jake glared at his brother and took his hand. "I'm not finished yet." He bent over, his sides heaving. "Just give me a minute."

"Show's over," Sheriff's Deputy Dusty Cramer called out, pushing his way through the onlookers. "Tucker, Jake, what the hell's goin' on?"

"Not a goddamn thing." Tucker spit blood on the ground.

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