They settled at one of the long tables nearby. The tables and long benches had been kind of thrown together for the occasion. They looked sturdy enough.
The table was mostly filled. Harley enjoyed interacting with other festival goers. Cash seemed to be relaxed and at ease with the crowd. It was a side of him she had not seen before.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Harley?”
She laughed, “Yes, very much.”
He leaned closer to her, using his thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth. “Just a little soup there.” The action was incredibly intimate. Looking into his eyes she felt closer to him than she ever had before.
She really wanted to kiss him. She didn’t have to wait long. Cash leaned in, brushing his lips briefly against hers, before drawing her closer for a deeper kiss.
When they eventually pulled apart the crowd around them started clapping and cheering. Harley blushed to her roots. Okay, that was a little embarrassing. The kiss was totally worth it.
By the time, she could look at him again she saw that he found it completely humorous. “It looks like you have a fan club.”
“They were just applauding that amazing lip lock. Who could blame them?”
He seemed to be speechless. That surprised Harley, a great deal. She smiled at him and got up from the bench, disposing of their plates and waiting for him.
Walking hand in hand they started exploring the festival grounds. A few games had been set up. Cash won her a large teddy bear. It was so big in fact that they had to take it back to the truck. He strapped it in the back seat and they started browsing the tents selling jewelry.
Harley purchased a few matching pieces. The handcrafted jewelry was exquisite. While Cash was busy, she purchased him a Navajo crafted silver bracelet. An American eagle had been carved into the cuff. She would give it to him later as a present.
She found a beautiful silver domed hair barrette with a wolf paw set in turquoise. It would look amazing set against her dark hair. Harley also purchased several of the raffle tickets.
The bands were due to begin soon. Harley was looking forward to the music and dancing. It had been a long time since she enjoyed a date so much.
As the night drew on the families disappeared, leaving just the adults. The crowd was getting a little wild, and some were more than a little drunk.
As some point, a big redneck bumped into Cash. “Watch where you’re going injun.” He pushed Cash. Cash was light on his feet and easily regained his balance.
“You’re drunk, so I’m going to give you a free pass.”
“I don’t need no free pass, boy.” This said loud enough, that a few more good ole boys stepped forward. They must have been loud mouth’s friends.
One of them was 6’7” and must have weighed over 350lbs. Four against one. But she wasn’t really worried about Cash, he was a werewolf.
She didn’t want the fight to get out of hand, though. She would take on one of them. She figured the big guy would be the slowest one of them, therefore he might be the easiest for her to distract.
She caught Cash’s eyes and then looked at the big guy. He nodded his head no, she nodded yes very vigorously. He gave her a “we will see” look. They only had about thirty seconds to silently communicate before the fight broke out.
All four of the big beefy guys went for Cash. He ducked their punches, then side stepped. He kicked the knee out from underneath one of them.
While he was doing, that Harley decided she would go after the big guy, just like she planned. She kicked up tagging the guy in the back of the head before moving back.
The mountain swung around looking at her menacingly. The other three were paying attention to Cash. “Did you just hit me, lady?”
“Kicked you actually.”
“Being a woman won’t save you.”
“I don’t need to be saved, mountain man.”
Harley stepped closer to him and kicked straight up, it was more of a dance maneuver than a martial art maneuver; however, it worked. She had bloodied his nose.
He came after her. His big beefy arms were easily as big around as her head. He was quicker than she thought he would be, but she was quicker still.
She ducked under his first swing and delivered a kidney punch. He staggered back. She was surprised at the strength of her own punch.
She had forgotten about the sword, or rather the fact that the sword was not only imbued but so was she. Faster reflexes came in handy as she ducked a blow at the last second.
Harley didn’t have time to hit the guy because she wasn’t expecting the blow. She hurriedly took a few steps back to have time to regroup.
One of the problems was the height difference. Harley needed a little more space to be able to kick his face, so she went for his ribs instead.
Roundhouse kicks had a lot of power, but they were also flashy and took a bit more time. Instead, Harley simply kicked from where she stood, connecting with his meaty ribs. She had to travel through fat and muscle to get to the bone.
After landing one kick, she realized it would take a few more. This guy was a little
