Guns Death and Love
By A R Shane
Copyright 2012 A R Shane
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This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead or otherwise, is purely coincidental.
A bottle of beer fell, and everyone laughed. Joe wasn't certain whether he liked this revelry, but he was new so he had to keep quiet. That was the rule.
"You gonna drink at all?" Dean, a large man, with chest and arms that looked inflated, leaned into Joe's vision.
"No thanks," Joe replied.
"Leave him be," Tony said and pushed Dean. Tony was skinnier than Dean, but seemed to be made of sterner stuff. Dean huffed, sneered at Joe, and walked back to the gaggle in the corner of the room. The room, their de facto lounge, was large with several worn out coaches, dust collecting on them. The windows were sealed with sandbags, and the cracks on the walls spoke of shoddy engineering and multiple mortar attacks.