“Ranger, your nose is broken. Let me handle Beekman. You worry about seeing a doctor—” “Dammit, Archer, I am a doctor,” Ranger declared harshly, wiping more blood on his sleeve. “I can handle this”—he then pointed his finger at Beekman—“and I will handle him.”
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