"What is your name?" I asked, resting my forearm on my knee. "Fuck you!" he yelled and whimpered when I pressed my foot down harder. "I ask again, wha... is your name?" "Mark!" "Now, you see, Mark? The consequence of laughing at other people who did nothing to offend you?" He mumbled something inaudible. I leaned in further and said, "Forgive me, I didn't hear that." "Sorry." "Sorry, who?" "Sorry... sir!" "Sir?" I leaned my head back and laughed into the night. "You may call me Mr. Dexter," I. Unfortunately, his gun belt was slung across the back of his chair. It was a mistake that Hardison would never have made himself. It was the kind of mistake that could lead to an early final visit to Boothill."You got business here, stranger?" Morning, Sheriff, my name is T.S. Hardison. U.S. Marshall Hardison. I will be over at the hotel for a couple of weeks to take care of some business in these parts. I wanted to let you know who I was and where I was staying to prevent any. Safety first, Ok?” I assured him. As we finished up the dishes I asked him about the boat he’d mentioned yesterday. He said that we could use either of them, a pontoon boat or flat bottom bass boat. The only rules, like everything else at the lake house, were to leave things as we’d found them. Replacing anything used, refilling gas tanks on the boats, etc. He further explained that there was a marina about a 45 minute boat ride away. There was a good restaurant/bar and general store with gas. Anyone who beats an a****l can do the same to a human being!” “Ma,am I,ve had to take care of myself since I was fifteen. I,ve been beat a few times, but I learnt a lot and no one gets the better of me now!” “Good cause I hope you,ll avoid any trouble with Ted,” she,d now entered the stall and taken the comb from Hank.”Anne I,ll do my best, but if he starts anything he,ll soon find out I don,t give up easily.” “Please don,t get in trouble with Ted. I wouldn,t want him getting you fired just.