Whatever he held
was heavy enough to make the muscles of his forearm stand out. Likely a gun.
Cade said, "Five guys and a scared cripple. Could be you need a little more
help."
One guy laughed and another one simply glared at Cade as the others hung
back a bit and waited for their leader's commands.
"Oooo, he be a bad-ass!" cackled the laugher.
The leader showed his left hand, which he'd been keeping behind his back. In
it was a black Taurus 92F autopistol.
He pointed his pistol at Cade and said, "Okay, badass. Check this out. Muh
man Lolo, there, he only had a pissy little knife a while ago. Whatchoo gonna do
about this?"
Cade said nothing and let the guy blather on with his ghetto bravado as he
aimed the gun at Cade's head and pulled the hammer back for emphasis. The guys
behind Cade moved well to either side, apparently on general principles.
Letting his eyes follow the muzzle of the gun, Cade simply stood still and
waited. Sure enough, when he didn't get a response, the guy assumed that Cade
had changed his mind about being brave and stepped up to put the muzzle of the
weapon to Cade's right temple.
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