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would be protector was every bit as big as Dolan but suddenly, Dolan picked him up like he was nothing and held him aloft with one hand.
    “Put him down!” a stern voice with a hard edge demanded. For a moment, I hoped it was Yeager. I’m not sure why but I knew he was the one man that could stand up to Dolan. But it wasn’t Yeager. It was the Sheriff. “I said put him down,” Sheriff Jones repeated. His hand went to his holster and he unfastened the strap that held his pistol in place.
    Dolan laughed and threw the other biker onto the table he’d been sitting at a few moments earlier and somehow the table didn’t collapse. Many of the plates and glasses broke, however, as he landed on them or they fell to the floor. Dolan turned, his face screwed up in anger. “I should have killed you seven years ago, Jones!” Dolan told the Sheriff.
    “I’ve got deputies with me. Leave now and I won’t throw you in jail,” Sheriff Jones warned. Dolan laughed again.
    “I’d like to see you try, Jones. I owe you for what you did to my father. You’ll pay before I leave,” he told the Sheriff and then turned back to me. “You and I aren’t finished,” he said and then leaned close and whispered, “I’m going to breed you tonight. I promise, you won’t enjoy it and there ain’t nobody that can stop me. You’re mine, little sister.” Dolan winked at me and smiled showing me the long fangs that suddenly appeared in his mouth. Then the big, black-bearded biker turned and walked out as Sheriff Jones and the two deputies that backed him up watched him go.
    “What did he say?” Edie asked. I turned towards Edie but I couldn’t find the words. It’s not that I wasn’t terrified by Dolan’s threat, I was, but suddenly everything Yeager told me hit me. Could it all really be true? Could he really be what he claimed? I knew now after seeing Dolan’s long canines that he could.
    “You OK, Cassie,” Sheriff Jones asked. I nodded as I pushed the sudden thoughts from my head.
    “I’m fine,” I lied. I wasn’t but I could barely think straight.
    “I’m stretched thin already but I’ll leave Perkins here to look after you and Edie. I’m sure those are just idle threats. His beef is with me,” Sheriff Jones told us.
    “Why?” Edie asked. Sheriff Jones looked away. Whatever it was, it bothered him. Sheriff Jones exhaled and turned his attention back to Edie.
    “I killed his father,” he said finally. I remembered that as soon as he said it. It was seven years ago, the last time Wolf’s Run was in Gold Canyon. Sheriff Jones was still a deputy. He stumbled on a rape victim the last night of the run, a young woman that was in town for the festivities. She was torn to shreds and died in his arms just before the rapist returned and Jones shot him dead. It was ruled a justifiable killing but I couldn’t remember any details beyond that.
    “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you girls are safe. The Highway Patrol will be arriving today to help out with security and traffic control so I can spare Perkins and he can keep an eye on downtown while he’s here,” Sheriff Jones said, nodded and then turned to leave after I thanked him. He ordered Deputy Perkins to remain behind. The deputy stood guard at the front door. The biker that defended me was up and cleaning himself off.
    “I’m so sorry. Meals on me,” I told him. He smiled at me.
    “No, it’s on me but I appreciate it,” he said. It took me a moment to get his little joke. I wasn’t in a joking mood. My thoughts were just a big jumble in my head.
    “Thank you for sticking up for me,” I said. He nodded.
    “No problem,” he replied but he was clearly embarrassed at being bested like that. He and his party left while Edie and I cleaned up the mess. I apologized to the rest of the patrons but those that hadn’t been served began to leave. The line at the front door dwindled as well. By lunch, the Rusty Skillet was all but empty. It was like a typical