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The traffic light on the end of Brick’s street turned green and Bill headed for home after dropping off Brick at his place. He knew Brick would be okay after a bit because of the incentive of it all. For tonight, the incentive was in the form  of a pretty blond gal. After tonight though, Bill knew him enough to know that he would put his nose to the pavement and sniff out that Samurai like an ole Blue Tick hound after a scared rabbit. “Hmmm , he voiced aloud, only this ain’t no rabbit …and he for sure ain’t scared…. and he’s dangerous as hell … means business.”
      He got to thinking about it some more but stopped abruptly when some dude screeched out in front of him while giving him the finger and gunned it down the street turning the corner on the next block. Bill had to screech it to a halt for that little episode and as he went though the gears again, he marveled at the gracious manners of these New Yorkers compared to those in Texas where he had been a Ranger for 15 years. A little rough getting used to he thought.
     Getting back to his thoughts on the case he realized how close Brick could have come to getting popped. Apparently the Sam wasn’t interested in killing cops. He took Brick out only because he got in his way. He could very well have sliced him into a piece or two like his Vics in the same amount of time as it took him to disable him. Well at least we got that going for us ….this time. This guy was a vigilante from the word go. Obviously had a thing going for anybody messing with helpless females; probably had some score to settle and didn’t think the long arm of the law was quite long enough
to suit him.
      Bill parked his car, entered his apartment and saw the answering machine light blinking. He pulled some leftover Pizza out of the fridge and slapped a few pieces on a frying pan to heat them up on the old stove that came with the apt. He clicked on the answering machine to hear Tom down at the precinct remind him that he had a gig the next day doing a mounty beat in the park. Tom was always looking out for him. Great guy.
     Usually Bill liked doing the mounted police thing on his equine partner Red Neck, but this Shogun Sam thing was getting to him and he’d rather just keep on it with Brick. But orders were orders and Lt. Griggs was good about it so far so best not push it. He ate his pizza smiling as he wondered how his buddy Brick was turning all his rib pain to his advantage with his new blond medic date.  Time to turn in. 
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