He rebounded quickly and came at Casey with his fists clenched and ready, but at the last minute, he backed off. “Come on,” Casey said, waving both hands, egging him on and inviting a fight. “Take a punch so I can knock you to Carson City.” Luke glared at Casey and rubbed his face where he’d been hit. His cheek was swollen. There would be a nasty bruise. “Back off, Casey. I’m not going to fight you.” Casey bellowed, “The hell you’re not.” Audrey’s tears stopped flowing. She’d made a big mess of everything and she didn’t know how to fix it, but she certainly didn’t want the two men she loved most in the world to have a barroom brawl in the middle of the parlor. “Stop it. Casey, you’re still recovering from a broken back.” He granted her a sideways glance. “Hell, Audrey, I’m fine. Now be quiet.” “I won’t be quiet.
