Clint was surprised to find the Grand Master of the Masons masked. He wore a white hood over his head, which went with his white robes.
The room grew quiet. Off to one side, five men with guns came to attention, but the Grand Master waved them off – for now.
“Mr. Adams, you’re a brave man to come walking in here,” the Master said, “but also a foolish one. Any one of these men would kill you. All I’d have to do is give the word.”
“Then give it,” Clint said, looking around the room, of which he had a panoramic view. He could see everyone. “These men know my reputation, right? Don’t they, Al?”
“They know you’re the Gunsmith all right,” Al Fortune said.
“Then they know that I’ll kill the first man who produces a gun,” Clint said. He looked around the room, catching the eyes of as many men as he could. “Come on, who wants to die first for the Masons?”
CLINT ADAMS, THE GUNSMITH 12: THE KNIGHTS OF MISERY