Chapter 6By sunset I was ready to roll. I pulled my black leather jacket over the shoulder holster. I had the Smith & Wesson on me, freshly loaded with gleaming silver bullets. I wasn’t going to take chances with a smaller gun. At my back I had my SIG and my knife was in its thigh sheath I didn’t want another run-in with GI Jane, if she came at me again, I would get her.
Still I felt naked. I wondered if it would be suspicious if I drove around with the Carbine on my back again, but I decided against it. The S&W would pack the right kind of punch if it came down to it, and Carbine hadn’t helped the night before.
I’d applied make-up around my eye and on my jaw to cover up the yellowish smudge the bruises had gone down to, but it looked wrong. The color was wrong for my skin tone. I washe
