“I didn’t twist his head off. Just around.”
“They’re calling you Mad Ben Styke.”
Styke couldn’t help but laugh at the double meaning. “Crazy or furious?”
“Both.”
“I like it.” He paused, considering the men working together by the river. “Mad Ben Styke,” he muttered. “Mad Ben Styke’s Mad Lancers. How’s that?”
“I’ll get someone working on a banner.”