“They’re all on foot,” the gunsmith agreed. “I guess I could take your truck and go for help. But with no witnesses there’d be no reason they couldn’t shoot you and say you attacked them.” He paused, considering. “We could both pack up now, and drive away...” His voice trailed off. Run away from this two-bit assassination team? Behnke found himself thinking.
“But I’m not going to do that,” he finished. “Help me bring the shooting bench and my gear over around on this side,” he said briskly. “Then you can get in your truck and drive out of here if you want.” Orville Cracker saw the look on the old man’s face and shook his head.
“I think I’ll stick around.”
I read it in ‘98.
Got a copy on my iPhone.
Bump