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Another recruiter came into the bar (they were getting more and more frequent) and after he asked pleaded and promised us riches he got mad.  He was like every other one telling us to join up and go to the mountains and fight.  We'd all seen to many friends die for that very cause we just tried to survive.  So unlike the rest of the recruiters this one when faced with a dilema decided to demonstrate what his men could do. 

 

He gave the word to what looked like a god damn human tank.  And he picked me up and threw me clear across the room from behind the bar.  I tried to get up but the tank kicked me right in the gut so hard I felt my small ribs crack.  The recruiter said "look at you cowards I thought you Montanians were s'pose to be tough!  Isn't there a man here who will have the balls to fight?"  There was a voice from a side room "I'm your huckleberry."  In a southern drawl that wasn't too common in these parts.  The man was skinny probably 140 pounds and at 6'4 he looked even skinnier.  The tank smiled and charged toward him the southerner simply stepped out of the way.  The tank hit the wall hard, he got up mad as a bull and went again for the southerner throwing punches and jabs the southerner blocked each one.  Then at the right moment he ducked a haymaker and came up with a punch so hard it lifted this 250 guy clear off the floor.  The tank didn't get up the recruiter began to ease out his beretta but this guy was quicker.  He took his out and aimed right at him.

 

"Now you go on and git but before you do lay your guns down and apologize to my newfound friends."  The recruiter and his to other men brandished their weapons and tried to make a move.  But the southerner shot all of them so fast you could barely hear the different shots. 

 

The man holstered his pistols and cooly walked over to me and helped me up.  He asked "You alright son?"  I nodded and the man said "My name is Doc but I'm afraid that this is the end of me at this establishment."  I had no words he helped me over to a chair then put on his jacket and hat and walked out.  I never saw him again but that man saved my life and I'll never forget him.

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