Eddie looked like a canary that woke up surrounded by cats.
"Well... what is it you wanted to know, Randolph?"
"I hear there's a new gun for hire in town. Going by the name of Mr. Saint. What can you tell me about him?"
Eddie sat down at his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a bottle of bourbon, opened it and drank directly from the end and then motioned to me with it. I declined.
I wouldn't drink after that weasel if I'd just come back from a weekend trapped in the Sahara desert without a canteen...
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Yeah, Jake, good call... or you might end up getting Weil’s Disease.