Their fans, of course, would have been horrified to know that the men traveled together and were actually friends... the very best of friends. They wa...ted to believe the hype, all the gruff words that said that these men were mortal enemies. The so-called sport would never draw the avid crowds that came faithfully if they knew the truth about the combatants.At 1:13 in the morning, Jerry pulled into a roadside park — on these old two lane highways so far from the interstates, they didn't have. I splashed some cold water on my face and took a moment in the mirror before heading back out. "You could have fucked up pretty bad there," I said to myself and splashed again.When I got out, he had already vacated his seat at the bar and left. I nodded my appreciation to the bartender and left a belated tip in the jar at the near corner. She smiled at me - I came in every week or so, and she seemed to recognize me - and then, much to my surprise, winked at me. "That's another load of trouble. ..”“Okay?” I said.“Her name’s Leona. I’m going to check her out,” said Hank.“Okay, but how long do you think Angel will be out. I asked her, but she didn’t sound too optimistic,” I said.“Don’t know. But I think she is really sick,” he said.“Let’s hire that girl you’re talking about. I need to go down there and check out things. That okay, by you?” I said.“Yes, of course. I’ll talk to Leona at the Poor Boy tonight,” he said.“Okay,” I said. With me heading down to Phoenix, Hank was still going to. Plus, it was plain as day thathe was working his game on me. He was good, too. A normal girlprobably would've fallen for the play he tried." "Heh, sounds like he's the one you shoulda taken home, even if you didhave to wait for him," Ollie remarked."Well, I know that now!" I huffed in annoyance. "Honestly, I justneeded to not bother with either of them. It's not like I would've hadto wait long for another guy to come along. Whoever it was probablywoulda been better than either, too!"Ollie.