Steve gave a small, short laugh.<br/><br/>"I been in a few good fights.  I was brought up in cowboy country where it was almost the law to get into a fight on a Saturday night.  Spent a lot of time wrestling people who do it for a living on the rodeo circuit.  Didn't always win, either."<br/><br/>Steve watched as the tap groaned and the flow of the beer sputtered, but the amber fluid slowly filled the glass.<br/><br/>"Frank?  Yeah he's still there.  He's my mentor.  Been riding my ass all day.  Good cop, but not exactly big on the soft skills."<br/><br/>Steve lifted the second glass and raised it to Danny.  "Cheers.  Good health to you."