Reb VS Dave

“Well, you can try, but I wish you would listen to me before we have some trouble. All I want is some talk for your own good, Dave.”

Dave lunged at him. His fist shot out, aimed straight at the point of his captor’s chin, but the chin was not there, and suddenly a blow caught Dave right in the stomach.

“Oooph!” he grunted, and suddenly he could not breathe. He held his stomach, and a blow caught him right in the chest that drove him backwards.

“My name’s Reb,” the stranger said. “I reckon we’re going to get a lot better acquainted, but we got to get this settled. You may be a big, tough football player, but the only way you’re going to get out of that door is to beat me to a pulp. So if you got to try it, come on.”

What followed was amusing in a way. Dave Cooper was hard and fast and strong. Time and time again he threw himself at Reb, who was taller and faster and stronger. It went on for a long time, until both boys were gasping for breath.

Finally, Dave asked through bruised swollen lips, “What do you want? What’s your last name?”