Leave Your Guns At Home, Pt. 2

“Thanks, partner.” The barman handed him the empty shells, the bottle of brandless amber liquid probably distilled from a cactus in somebody’s shack, and a thin little cigar. “Keep the change.” He ambled over to a little table near the bar where he could see most of the restaurant. He didn’t have to look to…Read more Leave Your Guns At Home, Pt. 2