“Look, Pa, it’s my turn. Also, Nana is having one of her spells again and she has no idea who I am when she gets this way.”
Saw sighed and heaved his bad leg off the foot stool. He’d broken it in the first days of the outbreak and it never had a chance to heal right. Now it was more of a club than a leg. Ached like hell.
“Alright, Gus, you win. I’ve got the bike loaded up. I’ll go down the block and get them riled.”
“Check on Nana first. Seriously. She’s bad tonight.”
Saw started to turn toward the stairs then paused. He reached into the go bag that always hung from his left shoulder and reached inside. The book he drew out wouldn’t have been a “one hander” for most men but it fit in his like he was born with it.
“Cassius has been stingy lately, but I know he wants this. Don’t show it unless you have to, and not for nothin’ but ammo for the Remington.”
She touched the picture on her way out to the garage. Saugus Iron Works. Their good luck charm. He was Sawyer and she was Augusta. Saw and Gus. When they visited the place they thought it was the funniest thing that ever happened. Maybe it was.