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He put his hand up to protect his face, and the punch broke his thumb and cut his lip quite badly. Brian didn't know his thumb was broken, he just knew it hurt and that his lip was all bloody.
Well that was the end of the big fight, cooler heads prevailed, and our group piled into the car, surprised to find me passed out in the back seat, and drove back to Billings.
On the way, one of our group turned out to be from the reservation and a warrior. He loudly proclaimed that we had to go pick up some of his friends and go back and clean house in Butte. We talked him down.
We flew back to Portland the next day, and it must've been a small plane because I have a mental picture of Brian's wife waiting at the foot of the steps, seeing Brian with a bandaged hand and lip, putting her hands on her hips and saying, "Oh Brian".