This guy Jordan had been shot. Their adversaries had blown up a building, killing innocent people. They were playing for keeps. The Devil Dykes had to be ready to fight. Their patron had it in her gift to set them up for life, but now they were risking those lives. Erica and Naomi looked at each other before revealing the extent of their arsenal.
“We’ve got three pistols in addition to the shotgun under the bar.”
“We shouldn’t have three, and we’d be nuts to use that one!” returned Naomi, indicating that this was a running source of contention. Erica ignored her.
“The shotgun we can carry in the truck, all aboveboard and legal anywhere. Naomi and I each have concealed-carry permits for our personals too, her nine-mil and my forty-five. So no worries there. Then there’s the Walther from
