Chapter 11“God bless America and its constitutional right for people to bear arms,” exclaimed Sam as the RV came to a stop outside the Colorado Springs Gun Emporium. “Where else in the western world would you find a twenty-four hour armory, open to the public?”
“All this is great,” said Adam, securing the parking brake and stretching out a cramping pain in his leg, “but you're forgetting one thing.”
“And what would that be exactly?” Sam was already fishing his wallet out of the glove box.
“That constitutional right doesn't include holiday makers. It's for US citizens. They won't sell you any weapons, you don't have the right forms of identification.” Sam slowly tucked his wallet into his jeans, as the truth of what Adam had just told him sunk in.
“s**t,” he spat in frustration, “I neve
