The Lead Lord Ezekiel leaned forward in his chair. He had been twirling a rifle cartridge in his fingers, as some poker players often twirl one of their chips. He put it down as he spoke.

[b]"Sounds like something we should have done a long time ago, but this is classic business for me. Just let me get suited up, point me in the direction and we'll leave them buried with so many bullets that them and their places will look like swiss cheese. Though I've also got no time for less-than top caliber shooters trying to hog the action, give me anyone else as partners and let other crack shots have their own ranges. "[/b]