Without a word Salem swung his hammer into the man’s kneecap. Case staggered back into the trailer and collapsed on the floor. A weak, whistling sound like a tea kettle at full boil escaped his lips.
Salem hurried inside and swung his trusty hammer into the the man’s other kneecap. Case screamed like a five year old girl and threw a wild roundhouse hook. Salem dodged the punch and enjoyed the sound of disintegrating nose cartilage as he buried an elbow in the middle of the giant’s face.
Incredibly, Case tried to get to his feet until Salem took him down with a knee to the crotch.
“I’m Salem Matthews, David. Randi Lane works for me. You remember Randi, the girl you robbed and assaulted last night.”
Case somehow pulled himself to his feet and clung to a small table for support.
“She had it coming,” he snuffled through his ruined nose.
Salem brought the hammer down for the third time, shattering the table along with the man’s hand. Case squealed and dropped to the floor.
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