A Macdrabble tale

DRINKING PALS

We met by chance in a saloon in town. He was very articulate in a rough and ready sort of way regaling me about some tough fights he’d managed to win. The night flew by.

 

• We’ll have to meet again. Come down to my local boozer, The Red Duck , next Thursday.

 

I went and was soon welcomed into their company, but I found they were drinking more and faster than I normally did.

 

At some point he left and was gone awhile.

 

It was only when he picked up his pint that I noticed there was blood on his knuckles.