Chapter 34“We need a gun," Billy Bristol said for what seemed like the hundredth time. "First thing we do, we gotta' get my .38."
Nodding, Dave continued to walk along the gravel berm of Route 26. The whir of tires reached his ears, the sound of a car approaching from behind; he rotated and extended his thumb, stuck it prominently over the road.
"We definitely need a gun," said Billy, duplicating Dave's movement, shucking his thumb in the air and turning to watch the latest traffic. "We oughtta' have a couple."
Dave didn't reply. He'd already discussed the subject with Billy, had already agreed that they should carry a weapon; there was nothing more to say on the matter, though Billy kept returning to it obsessively.
Clearly, Billy was worried about the danger ahead, the peril to w
