The Proverbial War

He blinked repeatedly and looked at me sharply as I sat down in my seat.

"What put you on fire?" He asked dazedly.

I didn't answer, but turned my head to stare out the window.

Was I so mad because of the stranger's frank appreciation of my female form or because he'd only rated my derrière a nine out of ten?

I glared balefully at the window and stated with categorical emphasis, "He is not the man!"

"What did you say?" Koke asked puzzled.

"Nothing!" I said even further embarrassed to know that I had just spoken what I had out loud.

*****

Koke glanced from his sister where she sat turned away from him glaring a hole through the glass of her window to the open galley back a ways and the man that still stood there. He turned back in his seat and said, "I had a dream."

He glanced over to Kim, but his sister was too lost in her angered state of mind to have heard him. He glanced back to the source of his sister's agitation again. This bore some investigation.

Koke got up and walked back to the galley. Upon entering the galley and seeing the stranger up close two things were immediately validated to Koke within his consciousness. His dream had been a foreshadowing of future events and his sister wasn't beyond the allure of being interested in a strong male.

The latter was a good thing. Hopefully both things would turn out for the good.

The man was undeniably rough looking of character, as he was brutally strong of form, but there was some indefinable quality within the man that caused Koke to instantly like him. The stranger met his head on gaze not wavering a bit.

Koke glanced down to the glass of water on the counter and indicating it he asked, "My sisters?"

The man nodded.

Koke picked the glass up and finished the water off. He didn't mind sharing his sister's amoebas; after all they had shared a womb together for nine months.

Koke looked at the man curiously, "What did you say to rile my sister's temper up so?"

The man shrugged noncommittally.

"Well whatever it was you did a good job of it. She's hard to rattle."

Koke sensed a softening about the man and stuck his hand out, "Koke Pollock."

The man looked at the hand and then reached his own out to shake it firmly, "Colt Brennan."

At the release of hands Koke speculatively asked, "Colt Firearms Company?"

Colt responded with a slight smile, "Yes, my father had an extensive collection of them. I guess his love of the guns poured over to naming me after them."