Chapter Twenty-Nine"A rifle?" Harry pulled the pipe from his mouth and tucked in his chin. "What kind of rifle?"
"Well," Neal said, casually looking around at the orchids in the gun shop, "I thought you might help me with that, Harry."
"Sure. Be glad to help. But what the heck are you gonna use it for?"
"Hunting."
"Yeah? Hunting what?"
"Oh...I keep hearing about wild goats and pigs you can hunt here."
Harry ran the pipe back into his mouth and puffed out a couple of smoke signals. He laid his palms on the display case in front of him and drummed his fingers on the glass. "Well, I might be able to help you out. I didn't think you were much of a hunter, Neal, for some reason."
"To tell the truth I haven't done any hunting in a long time. I thought I might try it again." Cornered like
