Sarah, or Calamity, I guess, hooks her thumbs through her gun belt. “Don’t see why not. Seems that’s how it’s been working since Eden.” “Do you really have to talk like that?” “Sure do; gotta sell the persona. Elsewise, I’m just a freak with a gun, and then where would I be?” “New Port?” One thing our fair city does not lack for is freaks or guns.
