The Long Way Home (6)

Dzinski dodged the punch easily. The girl’s father was drunk and swinging wild. He threw an arching haymaker, and Dzinski stepped inside, hunched low. He punched the drunk in the stomach and heard all the air rush out of him.

The father staggered back, nearly upsetting the kitchen table.

“Take it easy,” Dzinski said.

Her father drove forward, fists, curse words and spit flying. Dzinski sidestepped his attack and delivered two quick jabs to the man’s chin with his left and then got his hips behind a right hook that landed square.

Her father landed on the cracked floor heavily.

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