"Yeah, but what I didn't get to," I drawl lazily, grabbing another few packages and chucking them inside, glad for once that I ain't got anything that'll make a mess if it breaks, "is that havin' all of the guns made me practically the leader of that whole group. Or at least showed them that I was capable of gettin' down to business. I ain't just some crazy dude who holes up with guns without a reason, and they sure came in handy. I ever tell you that I once shot a bear?"

I snort, feeling a grin spread over my face at the memory. Yeah. A bear. I should probably feel bad for the bear, 'cause it wasn't there of its own will.

But I still shot a bear.

"Anyway," I push on, kicking a wedge under the door and trying to chuck the rolls neatly inside. "I conned them by pittin' 'em against each other. How else? I ain't exactly Mister Congeniality."