Know when to fold 'em...One
"My lack of consultation or opinion was noticed. The fact that I had been tipping the bottle had also been noticed, and now the reality of the situation was starting to sink in for all of them. I didn’t have all the answers, there were no saviors or field marshals in the room, no dictators, or generals either. I could feel their eyes on me, everyone waiting for a few words of sparkling brilliance to come falling out of my drunk yap. A rousing speech, some reassurance that the big, bad General wasn’t waiting for us up the road like some toothy bear trap."
"I looked down at my side kick, I was in the middle of needlessly cleaning the sawed-off shotgun that had gotten me through so many tight scrapes over the years when I nodded at Paul, “That second group of scouts behind you are doing their job. That’s the reality of it, and we all know it. They passed us, probably when we stopped that first night in Trinidad, or maybe the night after that. The General and what’s left of his search party are busy carving a path for us and we’re going to take advantage of it.”
