“What’d he look like?” Danzer was furious about one of his new thugs being disarmed in public by one of Cotter’s hands.
The man described Mashpit and then added, “The bastard didn’t even answer me when I told him he owed me a new gun. I yelled after him and told him I knew where he lived and the next time we met he’d be sorry.”
“It must have been the deaf guy–Andy Mashpit. Yeah, he’s fast with a gun. I seen him at Serenity last year whip both guns out like they were alive.” Danzer scratched his head. “I’ll get you a new gun.”
“You don’t have to. I found the cylinder and picked up the rest of the pistol from the horseshit–no harm done.”
“Stay away from them until it’s our time to make a move.”
“When’s that going to be?” The man unholstered his gun and smelled it. “I can’t get the horseshit smell out of it.”
“Don’t stick the thing in your face. You’ll shoot your brains out.” Danzer was concerned about Cotter’s people. This will not be an easy ousting. “I’ll let you know when we go after them. Come on, I’ll buy you a beer at the Green Moss.”
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