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Excerpt from Switchback - a new book of short stories coming in May.
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Dan approaches the bar, sets his helmet on the fine mahogany, next to his gloves. As he motions for the bartender, Dan checks out the cop next to him, but not too much. Garth checks out the biker in a sly manner, the bartender bring the biker a beer. As Dan takes his first drink, Garth speaks gently, “Hope you cleaned the dead bugs off your leathers before you came in here.”

Finishing his first sip, Dan fires back, “Figured I’d find a tongue or two in here that might want to do the job.”

“The only thing tongues clean in here are my boots.”, notes Garth as he swallow more of his beer.

That last comment intrigues Dan, as he spins slightly on the stool, looking down at the Under Armor cop style boots that the officer in tan wears. “Damn nice boots they are.”

Dan takes a swig of his beer, then responds, “They are big…over compensation?”

Garth nods his head with a smirk, liking the flip attitude of the leathered biker. “Seems all guys do that. Some with boots, others with the horsepower between their legs.”

Dan pivots back to his original position, drinking from his beer as he keeps on eye in the mirror that the patrons sitting at the bar see on the wall with all the liquor bottles lined up. There was a tension building between them. Both are guys that like to be in charge, but each was thinking of the other of someone that would like to conquer and control. But for now, they were taking it slow. The macho men cruising, plotting, and awaiting their time to make their move.

Finishing his first beer, Dan motions to the bartender for another beer, then asks the cop, “What sort of action this Podunk town have at night?”
Looking into the mirror at Dan, Garth responds, “The best action is what I say it is.”

Dan nods his head and smiles. The bartender sits another bottle of beer before the biker and steps away. Lifting the beer to his slips, Dan takes in a mouthful of the ale, turns, and lets the beer run out of his lips onto the leather of the cop’s boot. Not exactly innocently, Dan inquires, “Damn, where you gonna find a tongue to take care of that?

Looking down at the beer laying upon the black leather of his boot, the officer responds, “Not sure.” Garth then lifts his head to look at the biker sitting next to him. “But I bet an asshole rider in tight leathers in a Harley bar will learn really fast if he don’t get his shit covered tongue on them now!”

Dan squarely looks into the brown eyes of the cop, “Ain’t gonna happen. This tongue never touches leather.”

With a moment of each staring the other down to see who is going to be the one to take charge of the other, they turn to face each other. Feeling the tension, the two playing billiards pause, looking towards the bar.

Suddenly, Garth reaches out, grabbing Dan by the neck and forcing him off his stool, guiding his face directly to his beer soaked boot. “Well this will be a treat after the asses you’ve cleaned.”

PERSONAL
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Dozens of my short stories available on the Metalbondnyc site. All my novels are available worldwide on Amazon, or my web site tydehner.com
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