No one wanted to talk about it. Carlos would figure that out soon enough. Everyone worried the about the same sort of things, and no one wanted to admit it and then eventually....one by one people talked. And gradually things got better.

For some of them.

Ty glanced back at the gun on the table, and bit his lip his for a moment.

"Won't be as bad as you think." He promised, before shrugging. "Or so they say."