Guns n’ Graves – 13
Author: Jim Bronyaur
Frequency: Once a week
John let Aysa open the door to the bar. He put his hand on his guns, ready for whatever may happen.
The door opened and the bar had three people at it. Two men and a woman. There was no gun fire, no fighting, and more importantly, there was food and water.
“Let’s sit and talk,” Aysa said.
“And eat, and drink,” John added.