Daniel stepped between Johnny and Sam. He wasn't the tallest of guys at the best of times, but compared to Sam he looked tiny. That didn't stop him from balling his fists, taking on a fighting stance.
"Back off! I don't want to fight you but if you lay one more finger on Johnny I will break your fucking arm." His tone left no room for argument. He didn't want to fight. He'd spent his entire adult life fighting. But he wasn't going to let someone hurt Johnny. Not now. Not ever.