About the Job
Barbara
The Taming
About the Job
Barbara Keene, known to the locals simply as Babs, runs The Rust bar, the only real watering hole in the small town a dimly lit refuge where bikers, drifters, and lost souls all end up sooner or later. In her early fifties, with deep lines that speak of both laughter and late nights, Barbara has a hard exterior shaped by years of scraping by in a place that takes more than it gives. Her voice carries the gravel of too many cigarettes, and her eyes sharp, watchful, tired see everything that happens under her roof, even when she pretends not to. Barbara’s been paying Drago’s gang for years “protection money,” as they call it but everyone knows it’s just extortion. She swallows her pride each time they come swaggering in, knocking over chairs and harassing her staff, because keeping the bar open is all she’s got. But lately, the strain’s been wearing her thin. The fear that once kept her silent has started to rot into anger. She’s tired of the disrespect, the threats, the way her own business feels like someone else’s playground. Beneath her calm, world weary demeanor, something hard and dangerous is starting to stir. She’s no saint Barbara smokes like a chimney, drinks whiskey like medicine, and trusts no one but there’s still a sliver of decency in her. She looks out for her regulars, especially the ones who seem lost. So when Donovan wanders into her bar, scarred by his own battles and ends up brawling with Drago’s crew, Barbara feels something she hasn’t in a long time: concern. She knows what Drago’s men are capable of, and she can’t stand the thought of another man being crushed under their boots especially one reckless enough to stand up to them. Barbara is the kind of woman the town underestimates: weary but not broken, jaded but not cruel. She’s learned to survive in the shadows of violent men, but deep down, she’s beginning to wonder if it’s time someone pushed back and if maybe, just maybe, she’s braver than she’s allowed herself to believe.
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