Chapter 33: Hold Back

"Is he looking for trouble?" Nash thought for a second, then grinned.  He was the Medicine King. Why would he be scared of trouble? Bang! Nash kicked open the small iron gate.  Outside stood six thugs—some with steel pipes, others with stun batons.  At the front was Damian, reeking of booze and clutching a bottle of whiskey.  Damian looked wasted.  As soon as Nash stepped out, Damian's bloodshot eyes focused on him. "You little punk, finally got the guts to come out, huh?" Nash shot...