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HIS OWN KIND OF JUSTICE

Rivers turned to Frenchy. “Couple of you boys wedge his right ankle under the outside tire of the trailer and hold him there.”

“What are you going to do?” the Iranian’s red-haired, freckle-faced companion asked, a lilting brogue in his voice.

Barry looked at him. “I’m going to see how Abdullah here likes life with his ankles crushed.”

“This is America,” the Irishman said. “Here you have justice and courts and laws and procedures one must follow!”

“No,” Barry softly corrected him. “Not here.” He pointed to the ground at his feet. “Here you got the Dog!”