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corner i knew she was trouble the minute she walked up those stairs. she looked me up and down and sized me up the way i used to size up guys before i got in the ring or the cage. she looked at my bum leg and sneered just a little with her eyes telling me she knew i was a washed up palooka good for nothing but holding the pads and maybe giving guys or girls with real potential a pointer or two. a woman like her was out of my weight class and she knew it and she told me with her eyes that she knew it. she was a pure blood too. you could see it in her raven black hair and almond shaped dark cat eyes pure blood was about as rare a thing on the rez as you could ever find. not some half breed like me. i didn’t like the way she made me feel and i loved it too. i loved that she was looking right at me like i was what she had come there to find and i was too, i was just too dumb to know it until it was too late to do me or anybody else one bit of good. the kid i was working the pads with kep
