"Oh whatever. You could do betta than me, anyway." Race told me. It looked like he was only half joking. "Higgins, don't you dare say that. I can only think of one guy better than you. It's my brudda, and I have to think he's the best guy alive. I owe 'im that much after he raised me, don't I?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In which the beautiful girlsie Y/N "Quick" Kelly falls for a gambling, cigar loving newsie called Race. Especially with Y/N as co-president of the union, will their blossoming romance find a place among the dangerous newsboy strike of 1899?