Walking the banks of the Mississipi, Alex gasped when he spotted another swamp rat coming towards him.
Because the second rat was looking down at the sand,it didn’t see Alex.
Then the second rat felt Alex’s glance. Raising his head slowly, the second rat looked over, pure hatred glinting out of his eyes.
Among swamp rats, Alex is a big bruiser. You could say Alex is a professional fighter because Alex fights for a living.
But Alex doesn’t want to fight. He wants to live and survive, but he does not want to fight and struggle. Alex wants peace and quiet.
Plus, a fight here and now is ridiculous.
Alex doesn’t even know the name of the second swamp rat. He’s never seen him before, and may never see him again.
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