g*n TUCKED AWAY, BOTH of us sitting next to the silk square, beers in hand. I had to ask.
“When did you start carrying a g*n?”
“It’s no big deal,” he replied, shrugging.
“Actually, with you, it is.”
He laughed. “Calm down, West. Have a drink. I know what I’m doing.”
I followed his advice. After all, he was in possession of a loaded weapon.
“Who would knowingly give you a g*n?” I tried an alternative route.
“Horsemen.”
Wonderful. One of my best mates was being armed by the people who were allegedly hunting me all over the city. I was starting to feel less than delighted.
“I went to see them last week, before all this bullshit happened out there. Thought I might join them. See what they’re really up to. So as part of the initiation thing, they gave me a g*n. Told me to drive to the
