When the kid walked up his driveway, Johnny recognized him as Randall Berry, who had moved to Boise with his family from Seattle last month. That didn’t surprise him one bit. Johnny got up from where he was sitting on his front porch as Randall approached. “Evening.”
“I see you still have that symbol of hate flying,” pointing at the American flag mounted to the right of Johnny’s front door.
“I see you had the nerve to back up that threat you made in the anonymous note you had the audacity to tape to my front door.”
“You should have done what I told you to do and gotten rid of the flag. I promised you a fight where you would lose.”
“Take your best shot you motherf-cker.”