Certainly this was justice, but that irritated Howard even more. "Leave him!" Howard yelled as he ran. "That bastard is mine!" Tyrone stepped in and delivered a solid kick to the fallen judge's ribs. It sounded like somebody dropping a watermelon, thoo-wock! Even as he drew near to the trio, Howard was aware of noises coming up the hill: horns honked, metal crashed into metal. He slid to a stop as the second judge spun to face him. "Get off the circle!" the man screamed. "You can't be here!" "Oh, yeah?" Howard said. "Hey, pal, I'm already here! What are you gonna do about it?" Tyrone gave the fallen judge another kick. Not as good as the first one; it had a flatter sound. Weak, son, weak. The second judge threw a haymaker at Howard, who ducked it, came up, launched a fast left hook to the face, then a right cross to the chin, bap-bap! That straightened the sucker out like popping a shoe shine cloth. The guy sailed backward and to the ground. Get off that, asshole! The judge Tyrone was kicking got to his feet and lurched at the boy, but before Howard could get there, both Nadines arrived.
