‘And I you, Jack; you were expecting me?’
‘Clearly,’ and he slid the beer along the bar like the cowboys used to do, ‘Saspirilly’ he said, chuckling to himself.
Len sipped, ‘You enjoy the hunt and I enjoy the game.’ He laughed nervously, as he leaned his elbow on the bar, trying to look casual and eye Jack via the back bar mirror.
Jack turned to look him full on, ‘I would not class myself a great thinker, or a sophisticate, but I think we share a drive for a better society…’ he sighed and rubbed his stubbly chin. ‘It’s just…we go about it in a different way… and, you’ve hurt people, Len.’
‘I have never hurt anyone.’
‘I know,’ Jack replied, sighing more, longer, drawn out, and Jack recognised a sense of unanticipated relaxation. ‘I can see that, but you facilitated things that caused a
