<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>Navarro, California, A few cars away from Jason's team approximate location.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- May 9th, 2006. 9:47 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Michael Parker, Open (Random NPC's that are familiar with him)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Cowboy served a few burgers and beers, some insisted on ponying up some dollars, others didn't. The native Texan didn't care, he brought the food as a first come first serve basis. Anything he got from people went into the next race. It was a concept, he heard one of the girls he was sleeping with, called Karma. Clint was not exactly sure how it worked, but the girl said he had plenty of it even after he was honest and told her he had no intentions of committing to a serious relationship.<br/><br/>So now, the money he had gotten that night managed to cover his own expenses two fold and next race he would bring double the food so more people could eat. Most of his beer was gone, except for the hidden six pack of bottlenecks he hid in his cab. With a vanishing burger and a beer he closed up his tailgate and moved to the guard rails when it was time.<br/><br/>Clint made sure to give Jason's team a salute as they lined up, Blaire's car was given a little wink but he doubted she would see him among all the gathering faces. Next event, their bet would be settled and he wondered if she recalled what was at stake. Clint was a spectator that night, next time, it was his. The bugatti lining up made him smile, like a hunter honing on its prey, he felt a surge of excitement and anticipation for the next event.