Jack of Harts

Dad retired so he could settle down and raise a family. Live the good life he had fought for so long to make sure other people could live. He wanted the American Dream. A house on a lake, a loving wife, a son that would make his hair turn grey, and days spent tossing a lure into the water. Don’t get me wrong here. He was by far the most dangerous man I knew growing up. It was obvious even to my young eyes. The thousand-yard stare they still call it. Sometimes he’d get it. And sometimes I’d see him looking at someone like he was measuring them up for a pine box. He never started a fight that I saw. But the few fights I saw others start he absolutely finished. No one ever won a fight with him until the day the Shang dropped a space station on him.