Abel drew a four-barrel Pepperpot from who knows where, cocked it, took a step forward and stuck it into Hawkings startled face. "I should shoot you right now you fucking cockroach." Hawkins swallowed hard, his eyes wide and watery. "That's the god's honest truth Abel. Burnt Creek, two months ago last I saw 'em. Don't know where they was headed." Hawkins stared into those gun barrels like they was the entrance to Hades itself.