He wasnt too thrilled with it, either, come to that. It felt like enemy territory, and he had dressed, loaded for bear; the Smith Wesson in a side draw holster at the small of his back, a folding Buck lock-blade in a snap top leather carrier on his belt, switchblade taped to his right ankle underneath the sock. He wished, in fact, for another gun, something small to hide away as a back-up, should he be frisked and lose the revolver. The switchblade was a poor second choice, but the only one he had.
Willis didnt apologize for all the hardware. He had been a professional soldier once, a hired gun for the government, and preparation was half of any battle he had ever fought. Emmie Spaldings persistent description of Cordova added up to one thing, dangerous, and it paid to think a few move
