Chapter 3
Three
During the first month on the road, you come upon two men who admire your skill with a gun.
“You can strike the left eye of a fly two miles away?” says one, incredulous.
“You must come with us, sir,” says the other. “Together we three can stand against the world.”
“Fuck off,” you snarl, and lead Friend away.
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