"Watch where you're going boy!" the big man growled.
"Always do!" Arrows answered.
"You bein' smart with me, boy?" the man growled.
Suddenly his head snapped back and he straightened. The marshall was standing behind him and had him by the neck. "I'm gonna say this just once more!" the marshall snapped, "Take your attitudes someplace else! We're all peace officers. If you mess with us we'll put you in jail! This ain't the fifties or the sixties, boy! Your kind don't run wild any more. Now, I'm gonna let go, and when I do you walk straight out the door and your friends follow...understand me?"
The man grimaced as the marshall tightened his grip. "Yes sir! Yes sir!" he said, "I understand!"
The marshall released him and shoved. The man kept in going, and his companions quickly followed. The marshall sat back down and Arrows took his place.
"We've got a report," he announced, "our subject and his body guard were spotted at a small private airport."
They finished their supper and headed for their vehicles. As they approached them twenty men encircled them. The big man from earlier came forward.
"We're going to teach you some manners, n***** lover, and after we kick the s**t outta you, we're gonna take these ladies and have some fun with 'em before we let them go back to their little boys!"
The marshall looked around. "Heck, there's only twenty of 'em!" he remarked to the others, "This isn't even gonna take five minutes!"
He suddenly grabbed one of the men nearest to them by the throat, leaped into the air, kicked the big man in the throat and two of the men next to him, then came down and punched the man he was holding sending him to the ground. Trivette punched one man sending him flying then started on another.
Arrows and Walker began to leap and kick. Soon each of them had sent three men flying. The rest charged in and it became an ordinary fist fight. The big man the marshall had kicked crawled off, got up, reached into a car, and pulled out a sawed off pump action shotgun. He turned back towards the melee but the marshall in trail gear was standing in front of him. The marshall shook his head. "You just don't get the idea, do you?" he remarked.
Then he punched the man so hard the man's knees buckled and he started towards the ground. The marshall snatched the shotgun away, fired it into the grass, then put it back into the big man's hand. "Discharging a fire arm within the city limits," he laughed, "that should do, for now!" He walked off into the night as the melee behind him died down. A few moments later Ranger Cooke found the half conscious man and took the shotgun, then proceeded to handcuff him.
Cordell turned to William. "Get out of here!" he ordered. "Meet you at the safe house."
The marshall and his companion quickly obliged. The police again were not happy but took the rangers' prisoners, and their statements, and departed. As Cordell and his wife went to bed that night he rubbed an aching shoulder and remarked "I know what the marshall means. This just isn't as easy as it used to be!"
His wife only grinned and pulled him closer. "I've been thinking," she remarked, "they've got three children! We've got some catching up to do!"
Her husband looked at her, smiled, and turned out the light.

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