“What the<i>fuck</i>is this?” a voice hollered from across the bar.  Tom glanced, and swallowed hard at the sight of a knot of six miners - all muscle and bad attitudes - staring at them from the entrance. “You all right there Zeke?  Billy?”<br/><br/>“They’re jes’ fine,” Tom began.<br/><br/>“These fuckers jumped us,” the big man howled, wiping blood out of his eyes. “Me an’ Zeke was jes’ lookin’ get a little action, an’...”<br/><br/>“And you’re a lying sack of shit!” Cassie snapped back. “You busted in and...”<br/><br/>Laughter roared out from the knot of miners as they made their way towards the bar. “Got yer ass kicked by a shake, looks like.  An’...”. They paused, laughter dying as they saw the knife at Zeke’s throat.  The leader’s eyes narrowed. “You tell yer pet Injun ta put his knife down real slow like,” he growled as the others began fanning out into a semicircle around the table.<br/><br/>“Hey,” Tom drawled, trying to sound reasonable. “Ain’t lookin’ fer no triubke, unnerstand?  We was jes’ defendin’...”<br/><br/>“You make yer Injun friend put his damn knife away,” the leader spat. “An’ mebbe he’ll be the only one we hang.”