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lobin..."
"Do that and you might be surprised at who winds up with the
blood loss. Not all the bulges under that jacket are muscle.
See the one under his arm?"
"What, you mean the shoulder-holster? Since when do guns
worry us?"
"They should worry us a lot when they don't fire lead. That
one's a dart gun adapted for six-inch wooden spikes. And he's
reeeal good with it. Fast, too."
"Well, what are we going to do about him, then?" Decker was
staring at us, a distinctly mean look in those dark eyes. Even
so, he was a handsome devil, with the kind of sharp, clean face
you see on the cover of GQ--except his was just battered enough
to keep from being too pretty. His hair was as dark as his eyes,
scraped hard back and tied into a pony tail you could see when he
turned his head. My fangs began to hurt just watching him. I'd
only been half-joking in my offer to give him a nibble.
"I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm killing the
sonofabitch," Beau growled. "I played it legal th
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