Wild, Wild Cowboy (Lodestar Ranch #3)

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ZACK

T he Painted Cat was the sort of place where a man could find himself in a whole heap of trouble, if he put his mind to it. I was in a mood to put my mind to it. It was a restless, ticklish feeling under my skin that still felt stretched too tight, a feeling that had been there ever since the day I found out life as I knew it was over. The only things that eased it any were drinking and fighting.

Which was why I jumped fists first into a fight that wasn’t mine to begin with. I wasn’t clear on the particulars of how it all started, and I wasn’t in any hurry to end it, either. I doubted anyone in this bar had a claim to righteousness, me included, so I didn’t land my punches with a whole lot of care or forethought.