Ever since I was a boy, I have always carried a gun with me wherever I went. I constantly feared being attacked for some reason. Of course, after growing into a man, I no longer fear anything, but I still carry my 9mm Derringer Pistol out of habit.
I should have known Alexis can never be my friend again. I was foolish to trust him.
Too late now to start thinking about that. He has emerged from behind the trees with Roland and his son, who is an intimidating seven feet tall now.
The moonlight is bright and I can clearly see Alexis smirking and holding hands with Roland, as my men and his shoot at each other mercilessly.
I hadn't prepared for a gunfight and my gun is not fully loaded, but I know it is not empty.
They say to defeat the enemy you have to deal with their leader first, an
