Freedom Arms | Saturday
As he'd predicted, there was no around for Bellamy this weekend. He'd hoped, sure, but it hadn't been that serious and while he was disappointed, he wasn't wrecked. It was what he'd expected, after all.
He was sitting behind the counter, feet propped up and an unloaded firearm in his lap that he was cleaning and fixing. It was a nice looking gun so he didn't want to put it back in bad shape.
The door to the shop was propped open, letting in the cooler weather.
[Open, no OCD]
He was sitting behind the counter, feet propped up and an unloaded firearm in his lap that he was cleaning and fixing. It was a nice looking gun so he didn't want to put it back in bad shape.
The door to the shop was propped open, letting in the cooler weather.
[Open, no OCD]